We had a visit today from the management lady who recently told us our rented house was being put up for sale.
Since we are not the type of people who can say "we'll buy it", we knew that we would soon have 30 days to leave and nowhere to go.
Our management lady . . . let's call her Hope.
That's not her real name but I don't want to get into any trouble here.
Hope told us she had been looking for a place for us and not having much luck.
Judy replied that we had been looking for smaller duplexes but they got snapped up before we had a chance to get in line.
Hope responded that she had one coming up because the man who had lived in it for 8 years was having to move to a larger house.
Judy said "We'll take it!"
Hope said she would have to have some painting and flooring done but suggested we give 45 days notice on the house we're living in and about to be sent packing from.
Later, when I hand delivered our notice to her she said she was probably going to put in hard flooring, like laminate.
I nearly jumped for joy because Judy had talked about how she wished we could get a place without carpeting, which is so hard to keep clean.
So, it appears that we will in about a month and a half have a new address.
The relief both Judy and I feel is amazing.
And you know what?
The new duplex is two-tenths of a mile down the same street where we lived for 12 years, up until an ill-fated move to Phoenix in 2013.
So, when the BRD heard our news she emailed us "You guys are so freakin' lucky!"
😼 😼
