Moving sucks
Today was day 3 of packing, organising, and cleaning. Tomorrow will be my last day here, and the final moving stuff out and cleaning. I love this neighbourhood and my neighbours, so I'll be sad to leave for that reason, but can't wait to get this nutso landlady out of my life for good.
I've had to move FOUR times in the past two years! That's as many times as I moved in the entire rest of my life, and doesn't include all the evacuations.
And, I couldn't find a permanent place. One after the other fell through at the last minute for one weird reason or another.
Last Friday, with only four days to go, I had nowhere to go to and was thinking I'd have to move temporarily into the one dog-friendly motel I know of. Nearly had a meltdown from all the stress of it that day, but thank god I found an AirB&B I could rent for a month. Expensive, but not much choice.
So, it means paying to move everything except what I have to have with me for a month (which may end up being two) into storage, keep looking for a decent more permanent place, then paying to move everything in there.
Finding a rental where I could have a dog was hard last time, but *nothing* as bad as this time. There's a housing shortage here. But, for now, I'm thankful to have the AirB&B cottage. Beats the hell out of having to stay in a motel! Cheaper, too. I was quoted over $2k for 15 days.