My landlord has decided he no longer wants to be a landlord and gave us 30 days on Monday. Technically, I'm not on a lease because he promised me he would get the final version to me 'just next week' about 3-4 months ago. I'm not sure what that all means legally, but we have verbal agreements in email that I have been told amount to some amount of resident protection. Really, I just want out ASAP, things are working their way towards hostile.

I now have 28-ish days to find a new place to live in the busiest season in one of the busiest college towns in America. The RPS starts class September 5th and we have to leave for 3 days the week after that for my brothers graduation from Marine boot camp.

Since Monday I've looked at probably 8-10 properties and put in one application for a house out in the boondocks and a second one is in process. If I get the house I just applied for, we will start the move in probably this weekend. If I have to wait for my second choice, we will be flying back into DTW at 23:55 on the 14th and beginning our move at 06:00 on the 15th. I would call that sub optimal.

I have no idea what to do with my time at the moment. Some of the stuff that can be packed up is packed up. I suppose I could put more stuff in boxes to sit in the living room for another ~20 days. I have what feels like the beginning of a stress induced gout flare which means that my efforts to get my fluid content lower have to be put on hold so that my blood doesn't fill up with uric acid crystals.

Despite all my kvetching, I'm actually not in a terrible mood. Stressed sure, but mostly it's physical, not mental. I have crossed a bridge with regard to mental health and I refuse to allow someone else's bad vibes to infect me. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Onward, ever onward. Cheers.