Oh my gosh, I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to write this post. All of my fingers and toes were crossed. I think I even prayed for karma to be on my side. But, it’s true. I’m moving again.
Let’s backtrack a bit here.
In May, I moved over to Vancouver (New Westminster, to be more specific) and into a beautiful one-bedroom condo. Seriously, it was spacious, approx. 10 years old and exactly my style. The only thing I didn’t love about it was that it was on the ground floor, but I was willing to overlook that fact because it was so “me”.
In late July, just a few days after my accident, I was relaxing on the couch when I noticed that a man was standing on my patio staring at me; this is basically every single girl who lives alone’s worst nightmare. So, when an old friend from high school offered to be roommates and asked me to move into his two-bedroom apartment, I happily agreed.
With the help of family and friends, I moved into my new apartment on August 31st. Unlike my last place, I decided I wanted to be fully unpacked with all cardboard taken out within a week. I bought a new dresser, got my new room all setup, and finally felt safe again knowing my roommate was just down the hall.
Then, on September 5th, my roommate told me he wanted to move out. We talked about why, got into a bit of an argument, and he apologized and said we could “stay a while longer”. I didn’t feel good about that answer (trust your gut, friends), but I really didn’t want to move again so I hoped he meant it.
Last night, he gave me official notice. He’s moving out October 31st, which means I’m moving out October 31st. And if I want my dad’s help (which I do – please help me, Dad!), I actually need to move by October 6th. I guess I’ve come to grips with the fact that this is my reality, but I’m stressed because:
- I’ve moved 5 times in the last 12 months
- I’m pretty sure my family/friends are sick of helping me move (I know my brother is)
- I have zero interest in looking for a new place
- I don’t want to pack/unpack again
- the entire process is totally draining, and
- moving is freaking expensive!
I’m also angry and upset that my move into his apartment (just 25 days ago!) was not only a waste of time but a total waste of money. :*(
The only silver lining I can see is that it gives me the option to potentially move to another suburb (Port Moody) that I fell in love with this summer. (And, from what I can see, there are some nice places available there right now.) But that means I could potentially be paying rent twice in October and will have to fork out another security deposit.
Just when I thought I had my budget under control.