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January 7, 2003
Ok, lets rewind back to a time when moving into a little farm house for free still sounded like a good idea.
*A LITTLE BACKGROUND - My uncle bought 320 acres of land a year ago. The couple who owned the land before him were in the process of getting a divorce. They are both police officers. When my uncle went out to sign the papers the guy told him that he was not prepared to sell at that time because he didn’t want to find another place to live right away. They agreed that he could stay in the house until December 31, 2002. And thus our story begins.*
3 months ago Mike and I ventured out to see our new home that would save us a $1000 per month. My uncle met us outside and informed us that the owner had not shown up with the key. So we proceeded to slightly break the law and enter his house without his knowledge. (Looking back, probably not the smartest thing we could have done to a police officers house!) Because all three of us were a little jumpy we VERY QUICKLY surveyed the house from the hallway. 4 bedrooms. Bathroom. Living Room. Kitchen. Looked ok to us and ZOOM we were out of there. Mistake #1.
Mike and I are thrilled at the idea of a mortgage free life. We immediately put our house up for sale and await the perfect buyer. Well low and behold 2 months later a Russian woman (whom would later break into my house while Maxwell and I were home with her three grown sons - more on my TTM Board) decides to purchase our house and the packing slowly begins.
December 31, 2002
My uncle can not get a hold of the guy that is supposed to be moving out. He is no where to be found. Finally at 11:00pm he returns a call and tells my uncle that he didn’t understand that he had to be out FOR SURE and would pack as quickly as possible and try to be out by Friday.
Friday January, 3, 2003
Another phone call from Mr. Loser Man. He will not be out tonight but HOPEFULLY by tomorrow night. I officially start to panic. Miss Break-In Russian Woman has possession on Friday at 9:00am!
Saturday January 4, 2003 - 10:00pm
Mr. Loser Man is officially moved out. Mike and I pack up our rented carpet cleaner and head out to start shampooing. As we walk in the door we are met by a funky smell that we didn’t recall. Then we realize that it is freezing in there! Mike heads over to the thermostat and finds it turned on, but only warming up our humble home to -1! And then I see it. First of all the huge hole in the 4th bedroom floor. What the hell? Then we realize the whole addition has NO HEAT run to it at all. Oh how fun. And then the kitchen. I can only describe it with one word - The most horrifyingly, disgusting, grungy, dirty kitchen ever. (Ok, so that was more than one word.) There is absolutely NO WAY my food will be placed anywhere near this room. Mike tells me to turn on the stove and open the door to get some heat going. I open the stove to find small particles of every meal that ever been cooked in it during its LONG life span. And evidence of many small fires. That heating system is out of the question. Now the tears begin to flow. There is no turning back. Some crazy woman who thought it was ok to break into my house at 10:30 at night will soon be sleeping in my beautiful, brand new home while I reside here? Free was starting to look like a complete rip off!
We cleaned the carpets, why I’m not sure, and headed to our house for the last night. The next morning our family arrived to help with the move and heard about the wonderful place we were moving. My Mom was horrified, as expected, and Mikes Mom thought everything would be fine. How can two people be that different?
We packed up listening to Maxwell cry about everything we placed in a box. He totally did not understand what was happening and in turn had a bad weekend. I felt awful.
Sunday January 5, 2003 - 5:30pm
We arrive at House Hell. Everyone is trying hard to "look on the bright side" while I am trying to hold back tears. My only saving grace is that Maxwell’s room is immaculate. Clean, big and nice. He is finally smiling through chattering teeth.
We quickly unload and then head to my Mom and Dad’s for the night completely exhausted.
Well there you have it. Is free always good? NO! I guess that is the moral of this story. I just got off the phone with Mike and he has finally fixed the furnace. Our Kitchen "gutting" begins on Friday but until then we are camping out at my parents house. Maxwell thinks it is one big party and has no idea where our official home is.
I hope that in a few months I will look back on this and laugh. But for right now if anyone asks me how the move went you may hear stories of me on the nightly news. I think a little of the Crazy Russian Woman is rubbing off on me. I could lose it at any second!
Crazy in Canada - Nicole
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