So we said cool, and she said cool, and everybody thought it was cool. Then the first person who even glanced at the place said, "I'll take it, get those damn tenants da fug out."
Giving us a month to move. -.- The owner of the house was very apologetic... but not so apologetic that she didn't take the offer.
Keep in mind, Laurie is still in the midst of re-training and looking for a new job, and I have been not-so-gainfully self-employed for two? three? years now and our credit is still recovering from the short sale of The Hobbit Hole. So the chances of our being able to find and secure a place in time to actually move there by the time we had to vacate were definitely slim.
However, sirfox's townhouse-ish condo in Germantown was between tenants. It's roughly 2/3 the size of the Staircase, but is on two levels instead of five(!), is $300/mo cheaper than our current place, and Sirfie would pre-approve us with the management company and is extremely unlikely to sell the place any time soon. So, problem solved. Off to Germantown we go.
While I'm grateful to Sirfie and at least counting my blessings that we're not on the street, I'm not happy with the current set of events. It's not the worst possible result, but I definitely consider it the last rung below "failure state." However, our options are currently limited and we've got to make do, so I'm going to do my best to focus on the positives and keep moving forward. We get to keep our cats, we get to keep ourselves, and I get to keep writing. Those are the absolute minimum requirements of life as far as I'm concerned, and we've still got those.
Now to build.