@%$^!! Leaving

Or rather, Moving.

Those of you who know me are aware of how much I love living here in Seattle. I like the area I live in (A nice bedroom community known as Wallingford), and I especially like the house I used to live in.

Because I have 30 days to vacate it.

After my 17 hour work day, a very relaxing, pricey, but somewhat justified cab ride home, and an unfortunate cobweb incident, I decide to check my mail.

I find the following letter.

Dear Scott,

My elderly parents are in need of increasing care and I have decided to ask them to come and live with us….(cut becuase it’s none of anybody’s business)

This means that I will need you to vacate your suite in our home by May 31.

Honestly, you have been the best tenant we’ve ever had. If my parents didn’t need my help I would have you stay forever! I will be happy to provide you a “glowing” reference. (we) have a $XXX deposit from you that will be refunded once you have moved all of your belongins and the suite has been cleaned.

V and I wish you all the best. Please let me know if there is anything we can do to help you witht he transition.

Sincerely,

(the landlord)

Well, SHIT.

I just bought checks (after two years in residence).

I just started unpacking my stuff (after two years in residence), some of which has been in boxes for the last 16 years through various moves.

I bought frigging furniture over the winter.

And, of course, I have a friggin Waterbed.

Think about the bright side.

Think about the bright side

Damint, I told y’all to think about the bright side. I’m not feeling it. Nossir, I’m not.

30 freaking days. Sigh.

Anybody know of a place near the Seattle terminus of the 520?