A Swift Kick in the Pants

It's hard to describe, or pinpoint, the emotions that have hit like a tidal wave these past few days. One minutes it's sadness, the next it's anger, and in another instant it's disbelief, shock, and denial.

Without drawing this out, our landlord called us Sunday. She informed us she had sold her town home. She also informed us the place is currently in escrow, and will likely close at the end of the month. We had no idea, and her news hit us like a ton of bricks.

The place we've called home for over two years will soon be a memory.

That brings my anxiety to an all-time high.

We knew this day would eventually come. In fact, we've been planning for it, and we thought we were ahead of the game. We even put an offer in to our landlord, but it wasn't enough to land us this place permanently.

A month ago we put an offer on a town home within our complex. However, the place is a short sale. While the seller's immediately accepted our offer, the bank is taking its sweet time. The term "short sale" should seriously be re-evaluated. It's anything but short.

Did I mention the anxiety?

For the past three nights I've fought a losing battle with sleep. As exhausted as my body is, my mind goes into overdrive. I just lie in bed thinking of how little control we have over this situation. I think of my sweet little boy, and how I just want him to have stability.

Everything will work out. It always does. This is just another one of life's tests. So, I'm tossing in the towel, I'm throwing up my hands, and I've been praying like I've never prayed before.

Just for chits and giggles, let's take a look at the difference in housing between L.A. versus Kansas City. Because, what's not to love about a swift kick in the pants?…