I don’t mind admitting that the last six months have been tough. With a heavy workload, endless trips to the vets, the stress of moving house and the unexpected building work that accompanied it, illness and hospitalisation I have been through the inevitable phases of questioning my personal karma and wondering what else the universe is going to throw at The Bloke and I. I was hoping that the next few months would be an opportunity to recover both emotionally and financially, and after finally unpacking the last box a little while ago I had started to feel a little more settled.
However, something out there has other plans for us.
We received a phonecall from our landlady two days ago. It turns out that after only six months, she wants to sell the house, which means that we are going to have to move… Again. I was speechless. I tried to explain our poor financial situation and asked for just a few months to get everything together, but she is adamant that she wants to sell as soon as possible.
We were angry. Furious. Clearly, our landlady knew that this was what she she planned to do when we signed the initial contract and now it has become obvious that she gave us the tenancy in order to ensure that the mortgage was paid while she paid for the building work that needed doing.
After two days of stewing, ranting and raving and seeking legal advice we got our act together and decided to sort it out. Consequently, we have been lucky enough to find another house on the next road. It isn’t as nice as the one that we are currently in, but it is warm, dry, the same price and the landlord doesn’t mind us having a pet. If we had the money I would hire a solicitors and drag her through the courts, but after I had calmed down I realised that the extra stress would only result in a small(ish) settlement and most of that would have to be spent on solicitors fees, so we’ve decided to take the high road, chalk it up to being a bad experience and move on with our lives. With only moving six months ago we still have the contacts from the removal firm and know how to get things done in a more efficient manner this time, so at least the process is not likely to be as stressful as it was last time. There’s also the added incentive in that the quicker we move out, the longer the evil woman will have to be responsible for the mortgage herself, which I know that she will struggle with, and hopefully with the poor housing market it may take a while to sell it.
However, one of the positive things about the last few days is that, yet again, our amazing family and friends have rallied round with offers of help and support. Some have even offered to lend money, which almost made me cry. I’m so lucky to have such a fabulous support network, and I know that The Bloke and I are blessed to have each other and these wonderful people around us.
So, I’m going to have to take it extremely easy as I am still weak, but pack a little bit at a time and tick everything off as I go along. Ultimately, I know that I’m a strong person, and I’m not going to let this bring me down any further. Things happen for a reason, and hopefully this will mean a positive step into the future…
What about you guys? Have you had any bad experiences when renting properties?
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