Before I get stuck into this entry, I’d just like to apologise to any readers of Harlequin Girl who are getting sick of my rants. It’s just that there’s a lot of complete and utter bullshit going on in my life right now so my mind is occupied with little else and blogging about it helps. So I’ll keep doing it until things are resolved. If you want to stop reading, that’s up to you.
Back in November last year, we moved into a new house. Last weekend, only five months after we moved in, we were given 90 days notice to move out because they want to sell the property. I had a feeling it was going to happen when they started asking us to measure rooms in the house back in December/January, so I wasn’t terribly surprised or upset when it did happen.
But it happened at one of the worst possible times. My parents and sister had to move back in with us in late January because they were (and still are) having financial troubles. They were hoping to only be here until the end of February, but they weren’t able to get on top of things and are still here. This means that not only do Sam and I have to move, they have to move as well. This is difficult thing number 1.
The second difficult thing is that the landlords requested that we move out ASAP rather than in the 90 days they have to legally give us. We were happy to try and do this, because we’re not assholes. However, they are. They couldn’t wait until we had moved out before they started prepping the house for sale. They’re only working on the outside until we move, but it’s still irritating and disruptive of our legal right to “quiet enjoyment”.
AND to add to this, they decided to tell any potential new landlords/property managers that we’re messy. First of all, the only time they entered the house while it was just Sam and I living here, apart from the clothes on my dresser, the house was tidy. Secondly, the mess that is here now is down to the fact that my parents were only meant to be living here for a month. They didn’t bother trying to find a place for their stuff.
Also, all the able-bodied people in the house work. Mum works 7 days a week, Dad works 6 (one of which he works TWO jobs on), and Sam works 5. Keeping the house tidy is the least of their worries, and it’s not like we’re DIRTY. The house will be spotless when we move out, so telling the people who are in charge of how soon we move out that we’re messy isn’t helpful. They’re assuming things about us that are actually incorrect and it has really pissed me off.
It’s incredibly rude to spring this on us, ask us to get out before we legally have to, but obstruct us from actually doing so whilst being rather impatient and make us feel uncomfortable in the house we’re still paying full price for when we’re the ones doing favours for them by allowing them to work on the house and trying hard to get out before we legally have to.
I’m hoping for a phone call before the end of the day letting us know that we have the place I’ve been talking to a property manager about these past couple of days so that at least Sam and I know we have somewhere to go. My parents still need to find a place, but if half of the problem is solved, that’s half of my stress gone.