Hmm, I guess I should start at the begining for those who don't know. Shortly before the semester started the wife got a job teaching hign school in the town where we grew up in. Unfortunatly, this town is about 1.5 hours away. This meant a move was in store. Her parents have been kind enough to put her up while me, the cat, and all our stuff stayed here in the Haute.
Now I had talked with our rental company about us moving, which they were cool about. After some time, they called inquiring when we moving and when they could show the place. There was some confusion on one of the two sides, which lead them to believe we were moving out on October 1. Going with this belief, they found someone to start renting on October 1. After a short and fairly tense conversation the call ended with no resolution. I called dad to see if we could use the garage as storage if things went to hell (amusingly, he said no because he thought I meant for the winter as opposed to a couple of weeks and then he was fine with it.) I quickly got a call back from the rental people, they no longer had someone to move in on October 1, but rightfully demanded an exact date we were moving on a signed paper. I talked with the wife, and we agreed on October 15 to be our final day here. This I hit the internet hoping I could find the numbers of people renting places and spent the next couple of hours calling around, with one person willing or able to see me over the weekend (Friday to be exact) and one willing to set something up next week. All of this, by the way, happened this past Thursday.
Friday came with about four more hours of calling disconnected numbers, bought out compaines, tanning salons, people who hung up on me midway through my rap, and people who hated pets. All-in-all, I had one more successful meeting scheduled (Saturday) and one more person willing to see me next week. The rental place showed the house once to someone who seemed excited about it and I ran down to their office to sign the move out paper. After that, I ran to pick up the wife and school and after a little running around off to the first meeting. We both liked the place, it was in our budget, and it was not too annoying a location in town. There were some negative points, but for the most part, it was a nice place. Afterwards, we hit Radio Shack to annoy Damien, hit Quiznos for some Mmmm toasty sandwiches, and took off to the wife's parents. We hung out there for a couple of hours and headed in to my parents and passed out.
I had only got about 3-4 hours of sleep (same as Thursday night) and was totally distracted with thoughts of moving things into the house we had just visited. We hung out with the parents for a bit, then headed to out to grab Damien so we could look at place number 2 of 2. The place itself was far nicer. There was more room, better layout, bigger kitchen, etc. Of course, there was also a $300 pet deposit, $110 more a month in rent, and a horrible fucking location (and that is only the fifth time I have used the word fuck in a rant this year, so I still feel good about myself saying it.) We took an app, left, and then we (mostly me) prompty decided to go with the place we had seen the night before. I called the guy and set up a meeting for Sunday (today). We then went shopping, ate, and watched movies at Damiens. Went to the parents and passed out.
I don't feel like typing anymore, so I am going to go annoy my cat and eat the pizza that should be delivered any time now. Then off to being social even though sleep is trying to drag me down and my headache, which is on day three, feels almost like blood is filling the space between my skin and skull on the back of my head...ep, the pizza is here, later.
