This all happened between June 30th to present.
We started out with very high hopes. We were finally going to move up north. We were looking forward to autumn and winter. I had never lived in snow so I was looking at it like an adventure. We looked and looked for a rental for almost a year. Finally we found one. It was month to month, which was perfect because we wanted that flexibility. So we secured the rental and sent off the first month and deposit.
Before you ask, no we didn't actually see if before we moved in. I knew a lady who lived at that trailer park and she assured me it was a nice park. We looked on google maps and we had visited the area twice before.
It was a single-wide trailer. The property manager told us it was 14x80 and it was a three bedroom, two bedroom home. We thought that sounded fine for a temporary residence. It was about the same size as we were living in anyway and the price was right. It was less than we were paying before. So we packed up our home (no easy feat we had been there almost 7 years), rented a 24ft Budget truck, which happened to be absolutely filthy when we got it I called budget and complained, that should have been our first clue, then the A/C didn't work and the tow dolly had something wrong with it, clue two and three) and packed it to the gills and headed off.
Everything went fine up until we actually got to PA. We showed up late in the afternoon, maybe 8pm or so but it was still very much light out. The property manager met us there with lease in hand. The first thing that stuck us was that the trailer looked a little short for 80 feet. *Shrug* I am no judge of distance, dh was certain it wasn't 80 feet.
Then we went in. The first thing that hit us was the smell. Whoever lived there before us had a cat. And didn't care where it did it's duty. The next thing? The third “bedroomâ€. I don't call 8x6 a bedroom. That is a large closet. Shall we talk toilets? Both were still dirty from the previous tenants, so you an imagine what was on them (Oh and I didn't discover that little sweetheart until AFTER my youngest had used the facilities). The tub was black at the grout areas, the refrigerator and oven were still dirty from the previous tenant as well. Then comes the “master†bedroom. First thing we noticed was the whole in the carpet and a sticky substance as we walked over the threshold. Then we saw the closet. There was animal doodoo in the closet.
We were devastated. We had sunk all our “liquid†(we had some money left on credit cards) money into the move. We left. We stayed at a hotel. We went back the next day only long enough to take pictures of the conditions and demand our money back. There wasn't even an offer to clean it up. At that time we were told it would be mailed to us. The woman from the park that I had met was so gracious and kind. Her family offered to take us in, she was mortified at the conditions when she saw them. She told us she had no idea that things in the park had gotten that bad. She said the last place that she saw rented there (I think it was the last one she said) was immaculate and very nice. However my dh was absolutely (and rightfully so) livid (not at her, at the property manager that thought it was OK to rent a place out in that condition). He wanted out. He decided we would go back to NC.
The problem? Money. We had enough in credit cards to get us back but no up front money to get us into another rental. We had no idea when (or even if!) we were going to get out money back from the park.
We were homeless. Dh called his dad. *Snort*. He literally begged. Have you seen a grown man beg? It was humiliating for him. He did it anyway. His dads response? Are you sure you can't stay there for a month or so? If you can't afford that rental how are you going to afford something more? Huh? Did he not hear? We only needed to borrow funds to get us in. We both work from home, we can afford monthly expenses, we just didn't have the up front funds to move into a rental. Basically his dad said no.
I called my parents, they are unemployed and barely had the money in the bank. Other family members were the same way. Finally right as we were leaving PA my sister and her husband came through and were able to lend us the funds to get into a place.
We finally get into NC (by way of WV and, a bright spot here, saw a wonderful fireworks display the day before Independence Day) and we were looking for a place. We were driving to the city where we were going to contact the landlord to go see it when I get pulled over. No, I wasn't speeding. My registration was expired. Yes, I knew this. There was a lapse in insurance last year (total goof on my part) and although I paid the fines I needed to “turn in†my tags for 30 days. The just attached that to the end of the year so instead of being able to register mid June I couldn't register until mid July. I got this ticket less than a week before I could register. Could anything else happen? Why yes it can.
We never could get a hold of the guy renting the place we wanted to look at and after a half dozen calls and frantic internet searches we had to move on. We had stopped a couple hours outside our original place in the hopes of finding something there. We press on
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An hour outside Asheville we stop for some gas. We turn off the truck and fill it up. Then go to leave. Nothing. The truck won't start. Really? We get roadside assistance out there and they get it started again. We finally make Asheville. We start looking for a hotel and stop again. Big mistake. The truck won't start again. We call it in and stay at a hotel and wait until the morning. We get back to the truck and it starts. Seriously this is getting ridiculous at this point. We look for storage so we can get rid of the truck. At this point we are paying over a hundred a day because we had to keep it extra days to get back. We wanted to turn it in. While we are unloading the truck into a storage unit dh manages to make arrangements with his brother to stay with him until we get a rental.
We go to turn in the truck and the office is closed. The office we went to decided they were going to close early and they closed the next day as well. They were supposed to be open the next day. I called Budget and told them that I don't want to be charged for the extra day because the office is closed. They notated it.
We get to his brothers house and all was well for a little while. Before I get into the brother thing let me go over my Budget thing. Remember I said the office was closed and I called Budget to make sure I didn't get charged that extra day? Well guess what, they charged me the extra day. I contacted them about everything. The filthy cabin, the break down, the A/C not working the tow dolly. They wanted to refund me a measly $90 bucks. The total after they charged for the extra days was well over a thousand dollars. I said not good enough. I went back and forth for two days and finally got someone to refund a decent amount. Which ended up more than I was originally asking for. Finally score one for me. So back to the brothers. Did I mention we were traveling with a dog? He is great traveling. He likes it. Well they weren't to keen on the dog and he was mostly sequestered outside and in the garage. That was OK, we understand not everyone likes dogs.
Then the cat gets hurt and of course the first one they blame is the dog. Did he get loose? Are you sure that when ds5 had him he didn't get loose? No, he didn't get loose. He had no scratches on his snout, nothing. If he went after a cat he would have has something. Well they caught the cat and took it to the vet. It ended up needing to be put down as it was full of infection and other things. The vet said it looked like it was hit by a car. The straw that broke the camels back, and landed us without a home again, was when dh brother verbally attacked ds5.
A little background. Ds5 is a major handful. He is sensory seeking, a major alpha, very energetic and eats a lot. He doesn't do anything, for the most part, with malicious intent he is just impish and likes to constantly engage. Dhs brothers kids are not like that. They aren't used to him running around and causing mischief. They also do not eat much. None of them do. We eat a lot more than them and especially ds5. He is always eating. So basically he was getting on their nerves and dhs brother mentioned more than once that ds5 needed more discipline. We just ignored him when he would make his comments rather than rock that particular boat.
However one day was particularly bad. Ds5 had climbed on the chair arm and jumped off. Dhs brother said if he did it again he was going to have words for him. I admonished ds5 and declared I needed to go to the store and took him with me. Later that day everyone (all the kids dh and his brother) were outside playing catch and batting balls. The internet was out at the house because of a bad storm so I said I was going to go check email and see if any new rentals had popped up. About 30 minutes after I get to the wifi spot dh texts me and says we have to leave he got in an argument with his brother. I come back and found out that ds5 had cracked a plastic bat that someone had given him to play with. We found out it was dhs brothers sons first bat (it was a whiffle bat). Apparently (and I got this info second hand from the kids and dh) dhs brother came out and slammed the bat on the ground thus breaking it in half and proceeded to berate ds5, indirectly, about how he breaks everything (the only other thing he had “broken†was to tear a handle off a plastic bag they had hanging up for recycle) and we were not following the rules of the house. We were dumbfounded. I was meticulous with everything. We replaced what we used and I cleaned up after everyone. The brothers wife works full-time so I took care of the chores (I told her I would) while we were there and I even cooked meals for everyone. We have no idea what rules we broke. They didn't say.
Now I know tensions can get high when people are living together that way but really it was handled very poorly, especially in light of our situation. We made a mistake are were paying for it.
They didn't kick us out per se but indirectly they did. The next day they didn't let the kids stay home from daycare (or camp as they called it, it was a program run by the elementary school they went to. It was like daycare but at the school). The brother ignored us and left.
We got the hint. We packed up and left and went camping instead. We finally found what we thought would be a decent rental. The landlord assured us that he would take care of everything, there was still some work to be done, before we moved in. We secured it (with borrowed funds) and he said it would we ready in about 4 days. Those 4 days went by and he kept saying it would be ready. We got here on that day and it was anything but done. It was not nearly what the other place had been but it wasn't move-in ready either.
We discovered the fridge didn't work (but has been replaced) and the oven handle was (and still is although the part should be here next week) missing. There is a foot wide section of the wall next to the sliding glass door that needs drywall. There was a leak and the drywall was wet so it is still waiting for the drywall. Three doors won't shut at all and two more don't shut properly. The house and especially the deck need to be pressure washed. When it rains, and that has been frequently, the deck gets really, really slippery because there is black mildew all over it. There is a window missing from the double pane in the master bathroom. I had the clean it (it wasn't bio-hazard dirty but it was dirty and dusty from disuse) and even though he said he had the carpets professionally cleaned I wonder if they used any kind of cleaner or just made the floor wet. The AC/heat pump unit doesn't work and is supposed to be repaired but who knows when that will happen. There is still a hole in the cupboard in the master bath. The garage still has the old fridge, the landlords ex-girlfriends mattress and the broken overhead microwave still in it. He has left nails in boards and broken glass around the yard.
My dh is beside himself with what to do. We are month to month here as well but we can't leave. We don't have the funds. We don't know when this nightmare will end. We just want the work to be done so we can settle in. He keeps saying he will do it but it hasn't been done. To be fair he has done a lot of other work that needed to be done but, honestly, he should never had said this was ready to move in. We could have camped an extra few days. We are financially and emotionally worn out. Dh has been able to work and I picked up some hours starting next week. However our credit cards are now maxed out and we owe my sister money too. We really did a disservice to ourselves but it was, by no means, on purpose.
To top that off I need to get a schedule going for school. We haven't done any schooling since about a week before the move. I am hoping to start in September!
If you made it to this line then bless your heart through and through. Thoughts, advice, prayers and anything else you can think of would be most appreciated.
Wow it felt good to get that out.