And The Search Is On

We're staying.
We're going.
No, we're staying.
No, we're going.
Oh, let's just stay.
Oh, fuck no, we're going.

We I have this debate every few weeks about staying in our current place or looking to find better. A few weeks ago we made the decision to stay where we are because the price is good and I was getting fed up with trying to find better. Plus, the school district for our address is the one we want A to attend when she starts Kindergarten next fall.

All was going well. I was content. Sort of. The best I could be. I stayed away from sites with listings and signs that said "FOR RENT". Things got even better when we found out our lease was sold. No more dealing with a bitch who is known around town as being a bitch to deal with.

A few weeks ago, I noticed a white car in the parking lot. I didn't think much of it until K brought it to my attention that it had been in the same spot for awhile with no tags. I was going to call the property manager about it but the day I remembered to call, the car was gone. I brushed it out of my mind until I saw the car reappear with two guys in it the same afternoon. I noticed they were hanging around our neighbor, but not only that, they were obviously smoking weed.

Now, before I go on, I do think pot should be legalized. I think we waste a lot of money on petty pot charges. Having said that, pot is currently illegal. And for the record, just because I think it should be legalized doesn't mean I want to smoke it. My four year old niece lives with me and I moved her away from Memph!s to get away from this type of lifestyle. I do not smoke cigs much less pot. I do not want to walk out of the front door of my house to be punched in the face by it. And before I start having drug deals going on in our parking lot, I decided to nip this shit in the bud. No pun intended.

One evening last week I dropped NYEBoy off at the house since I needed to run to the grocery store and he isn't exactly happy to go shopping with me. (Use his money to go on the shopping trips? Fine. Go shopping with me? Oh, hell no. Unless it's for electronics or books.) Shortly after dropping him off, he calls me to tell me the guys sitting on their car were smoking weed and talking with the neighbor. So, I did what any snitch responsible person would do, I called the cops. (BTW, Our neighbor has four kids. The last thing she needs around them is drugs, too.) Once I arrived back home, I noticed the cops outside, but didn't really make it obvious it was us who had called.

The next morning, I went outside to find my tomato plant that @kristencmcd gave me completely yanked out of the pot with soil all over the neighbors doormat. It was as if they were walking in or out of her house and decided to let me know they knew I called. (I'll admit, I'm sure we were the only ones they saw between dropping NYEBoy off at home and the cops arriving, but still. I don't want this shit at my house.) Later that afternoon, NYEBoy, A, and I were getting ready to leave when I saw an SUV pull up as I was checking my mail. As soon as I got back in the car, A pipped up that she needed to pee and I remembered I had forgot my apron for work. As I pulled back up, the guys who exited the SUV (same guys from day before) were walking to my neighbors door, but they saw me coming towards my door, so they turned around and walked to the side of the building. As soon as I got to our walkway, I smelled the pot.

I was pissed. I told NYEBoy we were going to go to the new property manager to see what we could do. Once we arrived we waited 15 mins for someone to unlock the door. I asked to speak with her in privacy. I explained our situation and she basically told me there was nothing to do but call the cops. I tried to ask about the two guys being allowed to hang out in the parking lot on their cars, smoking, all times of the day, and she basically just repeated the calling the cops line. Then she brushed me off saying she needed to show the lady in the other room a place.

As soon as I hit the door I yelled to NYEBoy that "This was IT. I'm DONE. I'm MOVING." NYEBoy wasn't happy. I won't go into details on my blog for his privacy, but for the record, HE DOESN'T WANT TO MOVE. He thinks I'm being unreasonable.

I started looking at places again. We have two weeks before we have to either resign the lease or prepare to move at the end of July. Talk about crunch time. I've looked at a few places, but so far, nothing has come close to acceptable.

We might have a back up plan, it's a 3 bedroom 3 bath we saw a few months ago. I'm not sure if the guy even has any more, but he owns nearly the whole street of duplexes so I assume he'll have at least one open up if we need it.

I have an appointment to see a place on Thursday that looks promising (don't they all). It's in the same school district. It has three bedrooms and two baths. Tons of kitchen space. Please send us good thoughts and prayers on Thursday around noon.