In our twelve years of marriage, Havarti and I have moved eight times. And for the most part, we’ve had really good luck with moving. We’ve always been able to find a suitable place for the right amount of money. We’ve always had good weather when we move. We’ve been able to get out of at least three leases before the end of our lease terms without penalty. We sold our townhouse in a cruddy market in six weeks, and we were able to move right in with Havarti’s folks while we waited for it to sell. As my friend, P-Diddles, says, we have “good moving mojo.”
However, that good mojo has apparently taken a little vacation. Or I misplaced it somewhere. Either way, it’s nowhere to be found.
Four months ago, I found two rental houses with just the in-law arrangement we’re looking for in just the right neighborhood. So I assumed that those sorts of houses were fairly plentiful and easy to find.
Mmmm…not so much.
We have found a couple of great houses that fit the bill quite nicely. In fact, in the past week, we’ve applied for two houses, and both times have had someone sweep them out from under us. Total sucko. We have good credit, good rental history, and are generally good people. What gives?
At this point, I’m just chocking it up to bad timing. And assuming that there’s something better coming down the pipeline. And praying that just the right house pops up soon.
And searching every nook and cranny for my missing moving mojo. It’s got to be around here somewhere.