45 days...

My lovely Man called the Realtor yesterday. I hate calling... so even though I have an ample amount of free time and he's a slave to the boss-man, he called for us. Gave them the rundown. We would like a 2 bedroom,1.5 bath, fenced yard, close to public transit, nice neighborhood, for, um.... 25 bucks a month. Thanks! Ok not really... but because we are pretty much heading in blind we figured these people should be a super helpful resource, and they would know who's leaving, when, and why (maybe not 100% but a little bit of insight, right?) The response he received seemed to be alright with him, but it really irked me.

"There is nothing we can help with until you're 45 days from moving."

What? Don't you know when peoples leases are ending? Aren't there any people (hello!! like US) who told their landlord that they're leaving even though it isn't next month? I guess I expected to have a little bit more to be able to actually accomplish. Maybe narrow down the search to a neighborhood or two, or hear someone say "A yard in the city? Not gonna happen" Really anything would have been good.

I suppose it boils down to feeling a little bit stuck. I'm ready to move forward, to get this ball rolling, and I feel like it's a 'the sooner the better' thing. If I over-think it I get a little freaked out. It's too early to pack (so I've just packed up all of our winter clothes and I'm shivering under a blanket right now.) too early to look for a job (so I've narrowed it down to about 15 companies one of which WILL hire me) too early to find a house (so I've just become a freaky craigslist stalker). It's just feeling really stagnate. I can't DO anything. wait, wait, wait. I really hope that after our visit next weekend I feel a little bit more like we're actually getting things under way. Hope.

PS. Happy Easter, we'll be spending it with both sides of Man's family, and were even invited to bring baby-bad-dog along, so it must mean they REALLY want to see us. Makes me feel a little extra loved. Ahh.