There is good news...and then there is good news. On Tuesday, we finally got the latter concerning our housing.
It's tricky to succinctly describe what was going on, or how quickly the tides changed for the better. But in short, the payment of our rent was auto-deducted from our paycheck before it even touched our bank account and was then passed down through three parties. After we spotted our apartment online for $1,000 less than what was being deducted from our check...we knew something smelled fishy.
Someone...somewhere in this payment process...was helping themselves to $1000 of our money, thinking that for the next 12 months we'd blindly believe all of it was going toward "rent". Basically...we were about to get taken to the tune of $12,000.
Neither of us are "wave-makers" but we weren't exactly down with that. That's a college fund. That's a house downpayment. No, no...that's a phat trip to South Africa! (Take my future child's college fund or house downpayment. But don't you dare screw with our travel dreams! Ha.) So, we fought. After a month of discussing the matter with everyone involved, reading + writing a bajillion emails, showing proof over and over...even getting legal advice...we finally received word that moving forward, all income would remain untouched.
And we could finally proceed with securing our own housing! You know, just like normal people. But there was one catch in all this good news...we had to vacate our current place by June 30th.
Yep. We had exactly four days to find a new apartment in this foreign country, pack up our things and get the heck out of Dodge.
And...well, almost the heck out of Dodge. I'm still writing from the ghetto, sitting in a pile of boxes. But in a few short hours Gabe and I will load these boxes into the car, drive 15 minutes down the road and set up shop in a new apartment. A cute place with an enormous window looking directly over the ocean.
And an elevator without a stray wire to be found. :)
You cannot imagine the joy.