Homelessness

So, if you read my earlier posts about the sale of our current house, you know that we sold in 4 days back in March. We accepted the offer with the furthest closing date, taking us to July 15.
We needed to avoid taking a credit hit which would affect our mortgage approval, so a short-term apartment rental was a hideously unattractive option.

At that time, our realtor, a friend of my husband's since childhood, offered us the in-law apartment attached to his home. It was sitting empty, currently being used for storage. We offered payment, but he told us to only  pay the difference in utilities. Of course, we had already more than "paid" for it with the minimal/no work commissions from the sale of our house and purchase of the new. This apartment was the perfect solution because we wouldn't need to change our daughter's daycare, and would keep us close to the house under construction, and of course, save us money we could use for purchasing furniture, etc. in the new house. We were thrilled.

In the meanwhile, several of our wonderful friends have offered us their basements, spare bedrooms, au-pair suites, shore houses, etc. etc. We thanked them profusely, but ultimately turned them down due to the drive time for our jobs, forced daycare change, etc.

Hubs had been calling and texting our realtor/friend for at least the last month or two, trying to nail down a time where he could come help clear out the apartment, move all of the storage stuff down into their basement, and see what furniture, household items, etc. we would need to bring with us. We needed to begin packing everything that could go into storage, and measure for the fridge we would need to rent. It appeared he was getting quiet stalls and brush-offs, and I was getting more and more concerned.

Then last Friday night, almost exactly 1 month before closing/ homelessness, Hubs received an ugly text. Realtor's wife had changed her mind, and was no longer going to allow us to use the apartment. For what reason, I have no idea. I almost threw up, and spent much of Saturday morning in stressed-out tears.

We called our closest friends, in fact, the same friends that we had lived with back in our early 20's, when we were all starting out. They welcomed us with open arms without question. Even considering the fact that we now have 3 kids between us! Now THAT is a friendship you can count on. :)

So, now we're planning to move into their basement/ daughter's bedroom (while she is away at camp for the summer). Then I spent much of the day yesterday coordinating the daycare move, which will happen next week.

This is fun, right?