Drama Quotient: Too High
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There is always something about moving house that makes me sad. Possibly something to do with the fact that most of my moves have been unwanted, forced by other people or by situations outside my control. There is something particularly wrenching about the process of packing to go from a place you've been happy.
I'm trying to reduce the amount of Stuff that I have. I really don't want to have to move all of the junk I have in this room to a new place. Unfortunately, parting with Stuff has always been a bit of a wrench for me too. I'm a packrat, and always have been. Things that might be useful. Things that are pretty. Completely ordinary objects that have sentimental value for inexplicable reasons. I find throwing stuff out difficult even on a normal day. It also doesn't help that when I look at about half of my stuff, even a couple of years on, it still comes attached to the thought 'this is one of the things my psycho-ex didn't bother to steal from me', or alternatively, 'this is one of the things I had to buy because x stole my original'. Unpleasant memories, even attached to the things I treasured before. Perhaps more reason to get rid of them.
This move is less fun than most.
Thanks to our glorious landlords selling the place out from under us, we are faced with the impossible task of trying to keep the House of Joy together. A task only made more difficult by the change in the Houses of Multiple Occupancy regulations, which came about in April (but we only heard about for the first time last week). In the last several days I have learned far more about housing regulations, licensing and enforcement than I ever wanted to know. I might go into that in another post.
In short, the effect of the new regulations is that landlords are running scared, and will NOT rent to house-sharers. We've been looking since August, with a deadline of the end of this month. We've viewed an uncounted number of houses, and made offers on several, only to be told AFTER negotiations started that the landlords wouldn't take sharers. Seriously, how difficult is it to decide on that before you have people cross the city to view your fricking property?
The deadline is looming, there seem to be no houses out there. We've made offers on two more rentals in the last couple of days, and both are 'thinking about it'. Oh boy how I love that feeling of my fate being in someone else's hands.
Juggling the needs and wants of half a dozen people, trying to find a house that suits everyone while still being in budget, in a climate where the cost of rental houses similar to the one we're in has risen by about £1000 in the last 12 months, and the average income per member of our household has actually dropped. Want to try it? Right now, poly isn't making life any easier.
Oh, and I'm supposed to be running a conference/convention next weekend.
Can someone please just slip me an extra week or two? Someone out there must have some spare time I could use, right?
On the verge of something,
M.
I'm trying to reduce the amount of Stuff that I have. I really don't want to have to move all of the junk I have in this room to a new place. Unfortunately, parting with Stuff has always been a bit of a wrench for me too. I'm a packrat, and always have been. Things that might be useful. Things that are pretty. Completely ordinary objects that have sentimental value for inexplicable reasons. I find throwing stuff out difficult even on a normal day. It also doesn't help that when I look at about half of my stuff, even a couple of years on, it still comes attached to the thought 'this is one of the things my psycho-ex didn't bother to steal from me', or alternatively, 'this is one of the things I had to buy because x stole my original'. Unpleasant memories, even attached to the things I treasured before. Perhaps more reason to get rid of them.
This move is less fun than most.
Thanks to our glorious landlords selling the place out from under us, we are faced with the impossible task of trying to keep the House of Joy together. A task only made more difficult by the change in the Houses of Multiple Occupancy regulations, which came about in April (but we only heard about for the first time last week). In the last several days I have learned far more about housing regulations, licensing and enforcement than I ever wanted to know. I might go into that in another post.
In short, the effect of the new regulations is that landlords are running scared, and will NOT rent to house-sharers. We've been looking since August, with a deadline of the end of this month. We've viewed an uncounted number of houses, and made offers on several, only to be told AFTER negotiations started that the landlords wouldn't take sharers. Seriously, how difficult is it to decide on that before you have people cross the city to view your fricking property?
The deadline is looming, there seem to be no houses out there. We've made offers on two more rentals in the last couple of days, and both are 'thinking about it'. Oh boy how I love that feeling of my fate being in someone else's hands.
Juggling the needs and wants of half a dozen people, trying to find a house that suits everyone while still being in budget, in a climate where the cost of rental houses similar to the one we're in has risen by about £1000 in the last 12 months, and the average income per member of our household has actually dropped. Want to try it? Right now, poly isn't making life any easier.
Oh, and I'm supposed to be running a conference/convention next weekend.
Can someone please just slip me an extra week or two? Someone out there must have some spare time I could use, right?
On the verge of something,
M.
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Date: 2010-10-09 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-09 11:39 pm (UTC)There is something particularly wrenching about the process of packing to go from a place you've been happy.
This this THIS. Leaving Boston was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Luckily there were lovely folks like
I wish had more to offer but support, sympathy and good vibes. But they are yours.
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Date: 2010-10-10 12:58 am (UTC)And of course, rather than the regulations ACTUALLY making life safer for people in shared housing, it just means that the only people willing to rent to sharers are the dumb and the unscrupulous. Grr.
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Date: 2010-10-10 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-10 09:06 am (UTC)Don't give up hope, even though its hard. I.... how about apartments all within the same block or would that be ridiculously priced too?
Alternatively could you all claim to be cousins and partners or similar? I don't know if they check your family tree before determining whether you're family or not.
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Date: 2010-10-10 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-10 03:27 pm (UTC)E's suggestion was to make a DVD to take in to the council offices. "Yes, we're all in sexual relationships with each other, here's video evidence. NOW will you consider us a household?"
Also considering changing all of our last names to 'of Joy' by deed poll to imply that we're a family without actually having to give false information.
We can't afford separate apartments for all of us though, sadly it completely defeats the purpose of house sharing. :(
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Date: 2010-10-10 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 02:50 pm (UTC)Sounds like the staff option might work. Would doing some work for E’s company do the trick? Or you could dress B up as a butler and A up as a maid...