Monday we got the keys to the house we are renting for the next year, here in Nashville
Beside's being somewhat in the ghetto, it's a great location, and in the Belmont area.
We were looking around the house, and didn't find anything really majorly wrong with it. So, we left, and made plans to move in on Tuesday (the next day). Whoooooooop.
I had class on moving day, but afterwards, I took a load over to the house around noon and heard from my roommates, "We think we have mold in the ceiling." This isn't really something you want to hear about a place you're living. We do a pretty thorough look-through, and my roommate, Bryce, even gets in the attic to look at the ceiling (which was also bowing due to water damage)
side note: To add to the stress level of the day, I also had a job interview for an ice cream shop downtown.
We make some phone calls to see if we could get it checked out by an inspector, called the landlord, and at this point, we were also looking online for other houses we could rent in the area if an inspection didn't go well.
We order an inspection for as soon as possible, and he comes Wednesday morning.
Tuesday was just not a good day. We were all in a place of uncertainty. If the inspection goes well, we have a house. If not, and our landlord chooses to not fix any major problems, we were going to see about getting out of the lease, and start the whole process over again. Looking for houses, filling out an application, touring houses, finding one in our price range, getting approved, signing the lease, and then moving in.
Here's the twist.
Had I not also mentioned that is was also my finals week at school, and I had to be out of my dorm room by Thursday - Saturday at the latest?
It was becoming a reality that if this inspection didn't go well, there was no way we could find and move into a new house in two days, or even four days. I was going to be homeless.
I am so thankful for the friends I have here in Nashville. I told a few people about the situation, and had some offers if I needed a place to stay for a few nights.
Wednesday came, and I drove over to the house after I was done with class. The house was fine. Yes, there was some water damage, and some possibly leaks in the roof, but nothing too bad. Yes, there was some possible mold, but nothing that the inspector was worried about, so he gave us the go-ahead, and we started moving in.
[insert huge sigh of relief here]
All of our uncertainties were gone, and we had a house. We actually had a house.
Oh, and I found out that wednesday that I got the job downtown.
Wednesday was a good day.
Let's just forget about Tuesday.
As I was talking to a good friend about everything that was going on, she said these wise words, "I know that this week is really hard, but it's helping you grow. It doesn't seem like it is, but it was all work out, and when it's done, you'll feel like you can do anything; because you got through this week."
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