Monday, April 23, 2012
You know when I go to ground that my planets aren't aligning as they should.
So only hours after my camping post while still chuckling I got a phone call that stopped me laughing. A down side of renting is you can get turfed out of your home in the blink of an eye (or a few weeks). Which is what is happening to my family.
Timing is a bitch, we've just listed a home we own for sale. The dates don't marry, we have to look for somewhere to live. Can you tell by my tone I'm not bouncing off the walls.
There are about 4 properties in our area, and I didn't miss a "1" off that. And "4" are the number of weeks before we need to be gone from our home.
I am the smiley, chatty, oh-so-friendly person who calls Candice/Brendon/Luke/Sharna/any other 23 year old property "manager" daily to see if there are any new listings and schmooze with no pride. I am shameless, and it's all pointless. Once I am happily ensconced in a new home I will never, ever again suck up to a Candice/Brendon/Luke or Sharna, ever again. Until the next time.
I look at houses similar to ones I used to live in with 2 girlfriends and casks of wine 25 years ago, and consider whether I could live in a place like that again. Fact is Sydney is expensive. There is no bang for your buck.
I reload the websites I looked at only hours ago to see if anything new is listed. My story I'm on deadline for has got cobwebs on it, as have blog posts and other writing work I do for others. I am stalled. Waiting for the next time I can ring around, or reload the property websites. The Husband and I are now on the same life boat. The kids are oblivious, or at least pretend to be, I'd like to pretend too.
We pull out the rejects, dust them off, and think ..maybe? We look at our list of Must Haves and get a pen out ready to start slashing. We have a dollar figure we won't go above because it borders on the ludicrous, and if anyone outside of Sydney ever got wind of it, they would look at us with dropped jaws. We need this reality check.
Postscript: I'm channelling this family. We're going to have so much fun packing up our house, wearing beige clothing and being plain goofy while we do it.