So, we moved this past week. What a job! It was extremely emotional and I wish I could say I was happy about the whole thing, but today, I'm not. That home was the home we started our family in, the home where my puppy lived out his last days and our first home together. So, I'm sad.
On top of being sad, I'm mad. I'm mad that I have to go somewhere new that isn't painted the way I want. I am ticked I have to give up my custom closets, order fixtures and plates, flower beds, compost and extra fridge. I don't care if I can recreate all of it later, I want it back! I want all of it back! To top it off, the bastards are making me bring my picture mirror back to settlement. My mother gave it to me and they don't even care! Have you no heart?! Seriously. I am a person of law and order and whatever, but I wasn't a bitch to you! I cleaned that house from top to bottom when the contract said "broom swept!" It is called common decency you piece of crap! I would be happy to replace the mirror with something comparable, but that isn't good enough, a $100 you say? NOT TODAY! Why? I've been nickeled and dimed to death over this move between the deposits and repairmen and whatever, I'm done!
All of this is supposed to work out for the greater good. Finally a chance to score a single family home for us! That is the goal and we are halfway there. Right?
I'm supposed to be happy, but I'm not. I'm sentimental and I'm not taking this move well. NOT. AT. ALL!
New Homeowners-we had a wonderful almost five years in that home. I hope it sucks for you! I hope every time you look into that mirror, you see what heartless and cruel people you are! I also hope everything in that house breaks! JERKS! Reap what you sow!