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Fucking ugh. This week is just ugh. Our landlady has brain cancer (our rent is currently about half what apartments are going for in our city, they doubled during covid) and I'm not sure if she's passed or not but her adult son has taken over the building with his wife and as of Tuesday have given us notice that at the end of the month we'll get a letter giving us 60 days to move out (month to month lease). We just had a second child in January. They're kicking us out with a five month old so they can renovate our apartment and charge double.

So instead of paying a ridiculous amount to rent somewhere again we're attempting to buy a house, but the housing market up here is super tight and they're all going way over asking price within days. I don't know what we're gonna do if we can't find something suitable in the next week or two so we have time to get this all done in time to move. We do have really good credit and enough to close, but finding one that isn't a failed flip or looks like it's from the 70s or isn't snatched up immediately is wearing on me.

Everything needs to line up and it's just not right now. I haven't cried yet so I guess that's alright.