An Unexpected Move: Stages of Grief

I had this glorious resolution to blog more and I am kind of off to a crap start. A week and a half ago, J and I were hit with the news that our building management company has decided to cancel our lease to update our beloved, old, adorable-as-it-crummbls apartment. We love our place and had thought that the next time we moved (probably in the next 18 months) it would be into a property we owned.

Oh, and we have to be out by July 1. They gave us the option of coming back post-renovation at the end of the summer, but with the price hike (+$400/mo!), that is a little too rich for our blood - so moving is on the plate.  We're OK now, but it took me us a few days weeks. This is kind of how it went down 24-hours after the news broke:


There was a lot of this happening:

and J was really wonderful, and kept asking me this:

 

then it was his turn to do the emotional flood thing, and I got to do this:

and we kept coming back to this:

and there SHOULD have been this:

But actually having cookies in the house on the one night I really, really needed to eat my emotions would have been too nice. So instead, we did this:

The leasing company made a big deal about wanting to "work with you" to make us happy. But by the time Monday rolled around and we met-up with them, J and I had rallied.  And we felt really good telling them exactly how they had messed this up and:

We have 99% firmed-up our next plans and I will share those soon. We have had to delay our Florida trip to July which is lame, but I'm very grateful that we can still make it down to Charleston, SC to see family and be beach bums for the weekend!