Kinda Country contracts

photo courtesy of: flickr via corey olsen

I've mentioned in passing that we are moving.  Well, we are.  At least I think we are.

You see, in the Kinda Country things are done on hand shakes, on your word, through promises.  It's still a hard concept for me, the CYA Queen of paperwork.  I personally give my word and follow through, pinky promise.  But I've been burned too many times to count on the flip side and document e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, scan all papers, etc.  We were told last summer that our faculty/staff house rental is on the chopping block to make more space for student housing.  No time-line, no promises, no nuthin.  So we've been softly looking at buying a house and keeping an eye open for a possible rental.  And there, one day, in all it's glory the Rental Sign appeared on a house we saw last year-- a few months before we found out we couldn't be here long term.  of course.  But it became available again and we jumped on it.  And it's ours. Kinda.

The current renters trashed the place, so our walk through was a bit gnarly and we need to do another walk-through after it's cleaned up.  We were told it would be ours, but we haven't signed a thing.  However, BigBoy came home from school last week and informed me that we will be living near one of the school's second grade teachers.  He knows this because the teacher TOLD HIM.  Wait, what?!

To recap for you.  We haven't signed anything, haven't notified anyone here and don't have anything official in any sense of the word.  But word on the street is out. So it must be true.  My friend and I were discussing this and she started to laugh.  She's a foreigner here too, btw. They are getting their kitchen remodeled and spending a ton on new cabinets.  They look gorgeous but she realized that she too, had nothing in writing from the cabinet guy.  No details, no contracts. Just a handshake.  But if he were to leave them high and dry, EVERYONE would know. So that in itself is your insurance for your verbal contract.

So we think we are all set. We are looking at a July 1 date, which means we are about 4 weeks out. minus one week for a CA trip, and another for BigDaddy's camp week, and another for his travel camp week. So I'm giving our 30-Day notice today, but have yet to sign anything.  Is it any wonder this Kinda City Girl is a stress ball of nerves and up at 4 AM? Again?  Long term this will be a great thing for our family, short term? Well um, let's just say I'm loading up on boxes and tequila.