I have been way, way off the grid lately. I’ve started so many posts, only to leave them as stale and outdated drafts. I’ve taken to many pictures to upload to facebook or twitter, which are now hogging up precious storage space on my phone. To say I’ve been busy would be an amazing understatement. I have been beyond busy. And I’ve been stressed out and angry and exhausted and on the verge of giving up more times than I can count in the last few weeks.
We are in the process of buying out first home, which is about as stressful as it is exciting. The house is a short sale, so the whole process is sort of dragged out over many months. We are awaiting our own loan approval now, which is making us anxious, as well as the idea of switching schools and moving away from the city both my husband and I were raised in and have lived in our whole lives.
Then a laundry list of issues with our landlord came to a head a few weeks ago when he rented out the apartment downstairs to a group of kids, who promptly turned their music to what I assume is the maximum volume of their equipment and left it that way. I don’t mean a little background noise coming from the apartment below, which we’ve grown used to in year of renting. I mean the kind of music that makes the floors in our apartment vibrate and can be heard easily over our own TV and conversations. From 10am to 4am every single night. First, we spoke to them, and they ignored us. Then we spoke to our landlord, who put off our complaints much like he put off our request to fix a leaky pipe until it had flooded the apartment below, or ignored our request to fix the hot water heater, forcing us to have no hot water for days or weeks at a time when the unit froze up.
Eventually we just couldn’t deal with the constant noise anymore. The kids were missing school after being up until 4 or 5 every morning, my husband was barely awake at work, and the constant screaming of three tired and cranky kids had me on the edge. A number of arguments with my landlord over reasonable living environment eventually led to my landlord insisting that either we move downstairs and give them the upstairs apartment (because something something sound won’t travel down… ok then) or that we move out. So move we did. Of course finding a landlord who will rent to us on a month to month basis while we (hopefully) close on the house in the next two months wasn’t in the cards.
Slowly our options boiled down to just one: put everything in storage and go stay with my grandmother while we waited for the house. So in two weeks we packed up our entire three bedroom apartment, save what we needed most, and packed ourselves and three kids into about 400 square feet of finished basement.
And that has been the cause of my absence. Packing and more packing, from morning through night, straight through Christmas. All of the boys new toys are in storage, and we passed out alone on an air mattress new year’s eve because we were too tired from moving the last of our furniture out that day. The holidays have been a little rough.
But I am back now. I’ve gone through a lot of angry and sad emotions over this, but I’ve settled into a more positive place. I can’t change it, so we’ll make the best of it. I’ll blog from an armchair while the boys play at my feet. We’ll learn to live on top of one another, with only a handful of our belongings. Maybe we’ll learn a thing or two, like how to live with a little less, or how to be more patient with each other (ok, we need a lot of work on that one).
I’ll be back to posting, and also catching up some great reviews I had planned to do. I also got a WonderBag for Christmas (Thanks, Mom!), so expect to see some interesting one pot recipes coming this way… I have a 15 bean and ham soup idea bouncing around in my head.
Have you ever had to live in a small space temporarily? Share some tips with me in the comments… trust me I can use them!