Ever have one of those weeks that makes you step back and say, "is this really my life?" Only, not in a good way?
I'm a firm believe that God doesn't give you any more than you can handle, and like any good personal trainer, He pushes us farther than we thought we could possibly go. More than ever I think He must be preparing me for bigger things, because I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg.
It was a normal enough week up until Wednesday night when I got the mail. I'd just gotten home from the gym and was on the phone with my brother (along with my parents, because speaker phone is the name of the game in my family,) and I saw an envelope from our rental agency. Mind you, we have a very hands off relationship with them (we pay our rent on time every month and everyone's happy,) so it gave me a funny feeling right off the bat. That envelope scared me, because something told me it wasn't good. With my family talking on the other end of the phone, I opened the envelope, unfolded the paper inside and read:
"THIRTY DAY NOTICE OF TERMINATION OF TENANCY"
I almost dropped the phone.
That's right. We are being evicted. Four days after D leaves the country for six weeks, we get an eviction notice in the mail. I was immediately overwhelmed with a wave of mixed emotions. It made me numb. We're trying to leave this stinking place and buy our own house, and now we're being kicked out before all of our ducks are in a row! I continued reading the form letter and saw that they were actually giving us 60 days, which made me feel better, but not by much. The reason listed for the eviction was "the owner is move back in to the property" (don't be me started on the grammar going on in that sentence...)
I read the letter to my family and tried to process what was happening. At that moment, the one thing I wanted was for D to be there for me to talk to, to have that voice of reason telling me it was going to be ok (my parents were telling me that, but I wanted to hear it from him too.) More than anything, I needed a hug. And I was home alone.
The next few days were long ones at work, so luckily that helped take my mind off what was going on at home. I emailed our realtor to let her know what was going on, as well as D. He was less than thrilled to say the least, but true to form he was in action mode and started brainstorming what our options were if we didn't close escrow before our 60 days was up. It made me feel so much better to get his feedback on the situation - just that extra affirmation that everything was, in fact, going to be alright.
So, my weekends will now consist of going through the entire house and starting to pack everything we won't need within the next 60 days, and making piles for D to go through when he gets back.
If anything will kick spring cleaning into high gear, it's an eviction notice.
