When the lease at our old house ran out in July, my housemate Caroline and I made the choice to roomsit for a workmate of mine who was going overseas for around three months.
Cue living in a large and very nice house with five other people (we are both introverts… major gross!), sharing a room (and eventually me getting an extroverted sometimes bed-warmer slash zen-killer—three in one bedroom, yeah, brilliant idea).
This month we started looking for new places to live, because Michelle’s coming back this weekend. We applied for a few. One of them, last week, we got very positive word of mouth from the agent suggesting we were looking in very good shape to be offered the house. Cue excitement. And then we didn’t hear back from them all week. They eventually called to reiterate that we were their preferred applicants and the delay was with the landlord not getting back to them.
This week, being our final week in this house saw desperation kicking in. By this stage it seemed like this house was our only hope besides utter destitution and becoming homeless tram-folk.
Also, we have to be out on Saturday and I leave to visit my family back home in New Zealand on Sunday. Talk about pressure.
I called the agent on Monday afternoon and it turns out despite their earlier reassurances the landlord prefers another applicant and has also decided he wants to increase the rent.
Did I fail to mention we are desperate?
Then yesterday I looked at another house, literally a two minute walk from my work. There were no other people at the inspection, which is strange because it’s a very in-demand neighbourhood. I explained our situation to the agent and gave him all the necessary application documentation on the spot. He said he’d do his best to expedite the process.
This morning he had called our references before 10 am.
Of course I’m not sleeping properly now because stress, so even though it’s my day off and usually I’d be staying in bed forever, I got up this morning and took myself out for breakfast.
On my way home I missed a call from the first property agent who left a voicemail insinuating that they want to offer us the first property. On Monday she told me she’d call yesterday.
What. The. Actual. Bleeeeeeeep.
I am 1000% over this drama.
WHY LIFE?! WHY EVERYTHING?! WHAT DO?!
UPDATE: We have just been offered the second house and have accepted. We can move in from this Friday. Such relief!