Well, it was nice living at #3 Kingsgate...

Our landlady just told us we have to move out by March 7th because she is going to move into this apartment. That's the contractually-obliged two month notice that a landlord has to give to a tenant. She and her partner, who co-owned this place, are splitting up. Both of us had an inkling that something like this could possibly happen. A couple of months ago, we got the idea that perhaps their relationship was going down the shitter (don't quite remember how we got that idea because we rarely hear from either of them). Anyway...

K called me at work after she had spoken to the landlady. At first, I thought, "Oh... not too bad... maybe we can find a smaller, cheaper place that perhaps allows pets." But during my bike-ride home this afternoon, I thought about it and got progressively more pissed off. I'm now officially quite irate about the whole thing, as is K, though she also feels physically ill about it. We had planned to stay in this apartment at least until K finished her PhD. And we had just gotten this place settled and nested to our liking. AND we really love it here! Now we have to go through all of the headaches and expenses of moving AGAIN! Things like:

- Finding another apartment
- Paying the first month's rent plus deposit and estate agent fees
- Buying a refrigerator, if there is none in the new place
- Changing all of our utilities
- Re-directing our mail (£23.25 for 6 months)
- Changing the address on subscriptions, deliveries, accounts, etc.
- PACKING
- Cleaning the hell out of this place so we get our full deposit
- Hiring a moving van
- UNPACKING
- Re-nesting/settling
- Getting used to a new apartment, neighborhood, and commute

And all of this during a time when K has to focus on her PhD and both of us have to write a presentation for the ACA/PCA Conference in Boston this coming April. We have half-in-mind to just say "Fuck it" and move back to the US right now.

Grrrrrrrrowl!!