The last 24 hours have not treated the Ford family well. We were already feeling stressed around here because Larry's fellowship ends at the end of June and the job he thought he was going to accept fell through (which, I should note, was no reflection on him, just frustrating hospital politics). I kept telling myself that it would be ok, we would just continue to rent here and a take a couple of months to figure it out if we needed to.
In the midst of all of this, yesterday, my computer stopped working. If you know me, you know that I struggle to function with out a computer and I NEED it to work when I get a spare moment. Ahhh!
Larry walked in on me trying to reboot the computer and realizing that it was not going to happen with a note addressed to me that he found on our porch. It was from our landlord and it was a note terminating our lease. What? I reread it three times in a row thinking I must be misunderstanding it, but I wasn't. She started out saying this was such an exciting time in our lives with Larry finishing fellowship and a new baby and she hoped that we were doing well. Then she wanted to give us an update on the timeline for our home, she was terminating our lease and wants us out in mid-May. She continued to say that we have been monderful tenants and she wishes us best of luck and that we should be sure to leave things and clean as possible to get as much as possible back from our deposit. WHAT????? No explainations whatsoever as to why she is suddenly kicking us out when we have two months left of fellowship and how are we supposed to find a place to live for two months? Any place that I know of with a short-term lease like that would be too shady to live in with kids.
I spent all night on the verge of tears wondering what we are going to do and dreading what moving twice this summer is going to put our little family through. I told myself worse comes to worse, we could live with my parents for two months and Larry could commute two hours a day, but their house in under construction and my sister and her family will be living with them for the summer and my little brother is getting married in June so that plan is not going to work so well.
The landlord didn't answer our calls until this morning (I'm sure she was anticipating how upset we'd be). She says she put her house on the market and it sold way faster than she predicted and she needed a temporary place to stay while she buys her new home and she chose our house (she owns a bunch of rental homes). She showed no remorse at all and kept saying, "I can't believe I'm going to be out of a home!" as if we should pity her when she will be moving in and now we will not have a home and we have two small children. And if she was selling her home and thought this might be a possibility, why didn't she gives us a heads up?
Then the news came back form the Apple store that my harddrive is dead and they do not think they will be able to recover anything. All of my work, all of our music, and most heartbreaking - all of our pictures from the last year: GONE. (At least I blog and can try to download all of photos that I blogged, but I still lost a lot of my favorites).
I feel like staying in bed and avoiding everyone for the rest of the week because I cannot handle any more bad news.