We just learned about an hour ago that the owner of this condo (which we never knew about, assuming it was a property of the complex and not privately owned) wants to sell it - and we have 60 days notice to vacate the premises.
Yeah - we've only been here 2 weeks, and I've only just gotten to the point where I'm not busting my ass daily to get everything situated. I've put stuff up on the walls, unpacked (and thrown away) all of our boxes, you name it. So all of that back breaking work for fucking nothing. Best of all, Damien ONLY YESTERDAY got the new bank to get on board with our new address. Plus, we're now going to have to shell our even more money we were designating for other things to reconnect utilities into a new place, etc.
The complex has offered other units within the complex for us, which is ideal, and Damien is going to find out tomorrow what those options are as well as looking into whether or not we can just buy the place and call it over.
It's not the worst thing that has ever happened and not the worst thing that is ever going to happen, but I tell you what - this has really taken the wind right out of my sails. I don't know whether to scream or cry. It's a good thing I have Xanax.
I was feeling so good, so happy, and I just cannot believe I have to do this shit all over again.