Oh Life. Just keep pounding me, to see how much I can take. Got news today of 2 months to move out of current rental house due to illegal zoning, and the landlord’s appeal failed. Been here for 14 years. 14 years. It’s a perfectly livable unit, absolutely nothing wrong, other than a matter of paperwork and semantics and fucking ridiculous city administration who have apparently lost their sense of rationality and compassion.
There are many reasons why this is stressful, but I’m not going to go into it. Buying a house in Seattle in this market driven up by the 25K plus Amazon transplants is ridiculous.
It needs to happen, but the timing…my god the timing…
Trying to make this as positive an adventure as possible, but it doesn’t change the stress factor. First step, find a new rental while looking for a house to buy.
I have a good friend who’s a realtor, she’s already looking for me.
Phew. Time to hang on to my hat and pray to the universe that there’s a break of good luck coming my way. I believe I’ve gone through enough this year, I’ve earned it.