I’ve been writing a handful of posts and by writing I mean staring blankly at my computer, writing a little, and then deleting it. I am totally stuck. There has been so much going on and maybe my brain is just too overloaded to write without being so whiny. I’m feeling so overwhelmed and on the verge of tears. But then I think there are worse things going on in the world. Who am I to bitch about not finding a house?
There is great potential in a house that we’re seeing later today. I’m not getting my hopes up though because every house we’ve looked at, with the exception of the one where the realtor won’t call us back, has just been meh.
Trust me, I’m not being picky. At this point I’m so desperate to get out of this hotel room that I’ve told my hubby several times that we should just pitch a tent somewhere.
We saw a house that was okay with the exception of a horrible mildewy, musty old person smell AND there was a graveyard behind it. There was another house that was actually pretty nice except it had a cliff right in the backyard and no fence. Just perfect for a 15 month old…not!
Then there was the house that hasn’t been updated in 30 years, I kid you not, but on the plus side it had new carpet, that was an awful monkey shit brown color.
On top of that, we found out yesterday that the movers aren’t anywhere near California. Our stuff is still on the east coast….in storage. We were told that the movers were arriving here on August 1st so we’ve been in a mad rush to find a house by then.
We’ve turned down some great houses because they weren’t available until mid August. Now it looks like that’s when the movers will get here, so we could’ve had one of those houses but they’re already rented.
I’ll quit my bitching for now and leave you with this: