Thursday, August 01, 2013
Wow itís been a long time since Iíve blogged!!!
I now know why they rank moving as high on the stress charts as they do! What a crazy last three months of my life!!!!
Letís start at the beginning, shall we?
In May, one of the guys that was going to rent my house had some personal issues and needed a place to stay. Being that I am a nice, helpful person, I was more than happy to let him stay in my guest bedroom. This was a guy I worked with so I thought no big deal. He offered to mow the lawn, work on the yard and do the dishes for his part so I thought what is there to lose?
Man was I wrong!
Little did I know my life was about to turn into living bloody hell.
Fast forward to him wanting to move his entire apartment into my house before I had packed or moved anything! It turned into an epic nightmare which I tried to accommodate and be nice about as much as possible. That was until he decided to empty out a closet of my personal things that I had explicitly told him not to move/touch. I lost my mind! But still, I bit my tongue and kept plugging away with what I needed to do. As I rushed to move and get things out of the way for him (in the middle of also packing up my classroom during the last few days of school to boot), I got more and more stressed out. Without yoga and working out it is absolutely amazing I donít weigh 500 pounds more right now! And did he ever help with the lawn? Nope. Did he do the dishes? Twice. In a month.
Somehow I made it through the end of school and my new roomie headed off for a few weeks and I breathed a sigh of relief Ė peace and quiet and time to pack.
Again, I was wrong.
Got my stuff packed (as fast as possible and not at all in the way I wanted to pack it!) and mostly moved to Cheyenne by then end of June. Throw in a two week trip to New York (we drove) my dog being diagnosed with a cancerous tumor (sheís ok after surgery) and my bank account being totally depleted and I was just glad to have the house empty in Denver (minus some stuff left in the garage) so my renters could finally move the rest of their stuff in and start paying rent.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
It all went down like this: spend all night moving and packing things to take to Cheyenne. Drive to Cheyenne. Get a phone call from renters (who by the way had a)already lived at my house and/or b) had visited my house multiple times). Conversation goes like this:
Renters: um, yeah, we are going to need you to replace all of the flooring in the house, thereís dust under the carpet pads and you need to paint. Oh and we want you to come and rototill the yard and plant grass seed and fix the yard.
Me: um, yeah, none of this was part of the deal we had Ė this is a rental, not a sale house
Renters: well then you need to give us a break on the rent
Me: well Iíd consider rent that is $400 below market value, no deposit and three months free rent a pretty considerable break on rent
Renters: that wonít work for us
Me: -absolutely speechless-
Man was I pi$$ed!!! Last time I help anyone out!!!! What were they expecting? Seriously? This is a rental! And in my mind I guess I thought no deposit and three months of free rent were a more than fair exchange for cleaning my house. Yes, it needed cleaning Ė when you live in a house for 8 years, dirt accumulates. But it wasnít that bad at all!
Things happen for a reason though. And the universe has better plans than we do sometimes.
After a mega freak out of how the heck I was going to pay for this place, I took a deep breath and just let it go to the universe.
I had my house rented in three days to a couple who absolutely loved it as is. They are happy as clams and I no longer have the tenants from hell. My best friend cleaned the entire house for me and my tenants moved in without me having to fix floors, rototill or do anything else. They were just elated to have found something affordable in my neighborhood!
It all worked out for the best.
Lesson learned: sometimes you just have to let the universe take care of you.
So Iím officially in Cheyenne now Ė still sorting through the chaos of my move, but doing just fine. Getting back into a groove and getting myself back on track.
Yup, I gained 20 pounds. Am I annoyed at myself? Yes. My pants donít fit! But Iím not, I repeat NOT, buying new ones! I will wear skirts and dresses this fall until they fit again!
I let my healthy lifestyle get taken over by stress and I managed the only way I could at the time. Life is full of choices. I could have made better ones. From here all I can do is move forward. I joined the gym here! Iíve been walking the dogs. And I went back to yoga last night. Back on track. One day at a time.
Next up Ė a week long vacation with the bfís family. This will be a mega challenge because there will be a lot of cream and butter involved in this trip. Iím cooking and packing as much as I can. Iím bringing my yoga mat and running shoes and Iím going to relax and take care of myself before the crazy of the school year starts again.
And thatís about all thatís been going on around here!
That was a long blog!
Feels good to get it all off of my chest! I didnít realize I was still so angry! I think I felt hurt because they were so negative about my house Ė something I have always been so proud to be the owner of even with all of itís flaws. But the universe took care of me and for that I am thankful.
In the next few days I will be updating my sparkpage and ticker. Time to face the cold hard truth of my gain.
But I am proud of myself because Iíve stopped letting myself use excuses to keep heading down a bad path. See, old dogs can learn new tricks!
Off to the library and the gym now! I love my new little town!