Now that it's had some time to sink in and I'm finally capable of forming coherent thoughts, I suppose I should announce to my readers that, within the next few months, we'll be forced to say goodbye to the Witchy Cottage.
Surprised? Trust me, we are too.
The Witchy Cottage is a name we gave to our rental house, a place we've lived since September 2014 - not even a year now. We moved into it after a horrible experience with a complex left us with a foul taste in our mouth for apartment living. Living in the Witchy Cottage has been wonderful, but I suppose it's drawing to a close.
We found out rather unexpectedly when our dishwasher stopped working and we needed to place a maintenance order to have it repaired. Our property management company had been on vacation all of last week, so we were unable to get a hold of them. When we called them today, that's when they hit us with the bad news.
While we went through a property management company, there is an owner involved. Unbeknownst to both us and our PMC, the owners had decided to rent the house so that they could keep it as a backup plan when they moved. Apparently, the husband's job "fell through" and the owners are now wanting to move back home - to our home.
If it were up to the owners, we'd have 30 days to get out. That's why I'd pretty much never advocate renting directly from an owner unless you're sure about who they are. Fortunately, we have a property management company that's requiring they fulfill our lease. That means we have until October 1st to find something new. Our property manager also offered that, if we find something new before then and need to make the move early, they would allow us to do so without having to pay a break lease.
For those of you who have been reading Witchy Words since we moved in here, you would know just how devastating this news is to us. We had planned to live here for at least five years and then purchase our own home. So having to find a new place less than a year into our lease is troubling. The Witchy Cottage was the only house north of the river that had three bedrooms, space for the spiritual room and accepted all four of our pets all within our budget. So far, we haven't found any houses up north that meets the requirements. It means that we'll likely have to move down south - which comes with its own set of obstacles, including finding a new vet, a new doctor, a new mechanic, a new place for Zumba once we get settled in. The whole thing is frustrating and adds an immense amount of stress to packing and searching for a home.
There are some up sides. It's a chance to find a place with more space, particularly more finished space. One of my biggest complaints about the Witchy Cottage is that, aside from the main part of the top floor, nearly the entire bottom floor and one room of the top floor is unfinished, creating space we can't really utilize day-to-day. It's about 1000 square feet per floor, but we're probably only able to use 60% of it. While it's larger than, say, an apartment, it doesn't leave a lot of room for myself, my husband, our roommate and my four familiars. And that's been a bit of an issue.
In addition, the house is a little out of the way. We're an outlier for Circle of Fountains and it's about 15 minutes to our nearest grocery store. There's really nothing in the immediate vicinity where we live. In fact, I've been trying to get back into running these past few weeks, but a lack of sidewalks and running area makes it difficult. I ended up slopping through what seemed like an impromptu creek to avoid a car the other day. So it would be nice to find a house in a more centralized location.
Change. It's not something I do well with. I wish I were more comfortable with it, but my anxiety doesn't give me many choices. I was genuinely excited about the Witchy Cottage when we moved in. Perhaps I'll be genuinely excited about the next one too once we sign a lease and things become less up in the air.
Until then, a walk down memory lane in the Witchy Cottage...