Speaking of moving, my lease is up at the end of September. I was about to start our official hunt for a new place when I got a call from my landlord.
Our upstairs neighbors, who originally said they were going to stay there for a while, have decided to buy a house. The landlord gave us right of first refusal for upstairs, which has two bedrooms and has a layout more like a normal house. I still haven’t formally seen it and, at the moment, I don’t know exactly how much upstairs costs.
Unless it’s the most awful place I’ve ever seen and is outrageously expensive, we’re probably going to take it. This will be the easiest move I’ve ever had.
Except for my address changing but not. On the bright side, I can stop having my address be “#B,” which annoys me to no end. NO END.
I hope this goes well because I’d rather just grab my stuff and bring it up the ramp and then save getting a U-Haul just for when I get more/real/better furniture.
We’ll see how this shakes out in the next month and a half.