I hate packing and moving. But I hate living here more. We moved out of our house when they bank said they would foreclose. We started renting here. Since November:
Someone has tried to break into our car(resulting in hubby getting locked in).
The children keep finding broken beer bottle glass in the bee-infested playground.
Maintenance ‘fixed’ our AC resulting in a water leak and mold problem.
Cops have came to drag out the neighbor twice now; once banging on our door with guns pulled.
And those are just the bigger issues. On top of that, we just aren’t cut out to live this closely to others. Our house has not sold yet nor has the bank finished the foreclosure process. So, we will go back there for the time being and bank some mad cash. The mortgage company refuses to take any partial payments and will not work with us bases on our income/expenses. The main plan is to fund our emergency fund(Dave Ramsey!) then pay off our other bills, such as the car. After that, we will go back to banking money, hoping eventually the mortgage company will work with us. Maybe without the car payment and some other small bills, they will be more willing to work something out. As of right now though, they want a payment and a half every month to catch up what we are behind. Anyway, this weekend, we move! YAY for backyards! The kids are going stir crazy(since, for obvious, reasons I won’t let them go to the playground anymore).
