The switchbacks of one 24-hour period!
By yesterday morning, our personal stress, as well as our sympathetic stress, had reached an unmaintainable pitch. And, it was all intertwined.
Our living situation: My lease ends July 31. I would like to move to someplace a bit cheaper–I was considering a roommate situation, among other housing options. I kept waiting on a job to materialize out of all the applications I have out there. I have poured my soul into those applications. Almost all of them are still open. Things move slowly.
But, it would be nice to know in which direction a new commute would be oriented, and rental applications need proof of income. Therefore, I wanted the job lined up before the rental search began in earnest. It was becoming quickly apparent, though, that, even if someone wanted to set up a job interview in the next day, I probably would not have a job offer in hand, a new place found, and everything I own packed and moved by July 31. The vacate day here. I would have to move out with no where to move to.
Rosebud, at least, had a room at her dad’s house. She would not be homeless. In a sort of gallows humor style, we would joke about where my new cardboard box home should be located. Olive the Dog could wear a cardboard sign around her neck.
Seahawk’s family’s living situation: Their lease, at their place, ends . . . July 31. Some things were not falling into place for them, either, though.
Then, the stress started, finally, to lift a little.
Our living situation: Yesterday afternoon, I finally was pushed into the turn and went to talk to our rental office here to see if we could extend this lease a month. I was almost sick to my stomach walking over there, knowing my apartment had likely already been rented out. Sure enough, it had been promised to new tenants, but the office agreed to call them and see if they would take a different apartment. We waited by the phone for the answer. Yes! Yes, they would take the other apartment. The office’s offer to us was that we could switch to month-to-month with a 30-day notice requirement (on our long-term lease it had been 60-day notice). The rent is $155 more a month, which really hurts (remember I was looking for something cheaper). But, it means having a home and not moving twice within a few months or putting my stuff in storage and . . . ? Of course, I wish I had been able to foresee all of this when I made my last lease term 11 months!
Seahawks’s family’s living situation: Later that evening, a key component fell into place for Seahawk’s family. We love them, so our stress lifted some more with that news.
But, then some of the stress returned–from a different angle.
Rosebud’s living situation: Late last night, things took another definite downturn with Rosebud being able to live at her dad’s happily. Her dad would not put her out on the street, of course. But, tensions are running incredibly high. It’s all so stupid, which makes it all the more infuriating.
I am so glad I am staying here, on this side of the country, so that I can be plan B in providing Rosebud a home (which I think has actually become plan A, at this point). While I wish I would have the bar exam over this summer and then be sworn in soon afterwards, can you imagine how stressed I would be hundreds of miles away trying to go through the final crunch and the exam in two weeks? I think that is what nervous breakdowns are possibly made of.
I was sorry our day ended on a sad note (because it is a sad situation for them), but glad that our overall stress had decreased so significantly. I can truly focus on the most important tasks at hand now.
They were some crazy switchbacks, but at least they served their purpose. We ended the day in a better place than where we began it.
we live in a crazy chaos: some things packed, some things not, some things here, some things at Rosebud’s dad’s house in a state of limbo.
On This Date . . .
2012: We decided to move here. Partly for me (transfer of law schools). Partly for Rosebud’s relationship with her dad and family.
2010: Post on priorities. Then, I noticed LSAT study and exercise were given more square feet in my home than my work station (I telecommuted). Priorities in today’s post as measured in time and decisions? Family relationships, a home, and a job.