“Have you seen what our rent will be next year?” I asked the Mister, feeling panicked.
He was casually surfing the internet, searching for his next deal.
“It’s almost doubling,” I shrieked.
“Hmmmm….seems pretty high,” the Mister responded, only half listening.
I re-read the email from our landlord, hoping I had a transposed the numbers or even imagined an extra number at the end. The number remained the same, revoltingly high price.
This email was just a simple mistake, sent out too early and without being proofread. I justified the situation in my mind. There was nothing to worry about. Until the next day, when the same email came, asking for a decision on if we would stay or go. This one was signed with a smiley face emoticon after the landlord’s name, which should have been a skull and crossbones.
“Did you see the newest email she sent?” I asked the Mister the next night.
He was focused on disassembling a computer. He looked up at me with a screwdriver in one hand and nodded.
“Sounds like it’s time to move,” said the man of few words.
This was the very opportunity for which he had been waiting. It was just the push that I needed to agree with him to move, yet again. Only this time, it would be into a house that we would buy. No more surprise fees, changes in the rent, or upstairs neighbors stomping across our ceiling at night.
Since those emails, our search for a house started and continues.
Not to worry, we aren’t alone in this mission. It’s a big job to navigate the market, so we got help.
We found the most inexperienced real estate agent possible who has in turn taken us to the most colorful set of homes and locations. She even got us an exclusive peek at “the cutest house sure to sell quickly” that reeked of urine and rotting corpse. Some of the homes have fist sized holes in the walls and are missing minor things, like door knobs and handles. While some of the other homes are missing bigger things, like the walls and electrical wiring.
“She’s trying her best,” said the man of few words when I attempted to fire her.
Aren’t we all, I silently thought.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have a quiet hero stand up for their potential in a world where intention and effort don’t hold much weight.
So the house hunt continues with our real estate agent, saved only by the good graces of the Mister.