The One in Which the Cabin Dies.
Ok that title is a little over dramatic, but seriously…
We’re staying at my parents house again because it’s too cold in the cabin. I think I mentioned that previously. All of the pipes are frozen completely, no water at all.
I don’t know where the water cut off is. It’s somewhere up by the paved road, like five minutes from the cabin itself. My neighbor knows where it is, but when I called him yesterday they weren’t home to cut off the water for me.
So today we went out there to let the dogs out and a pipe had busted. The bathroom floor was flooded and water was seeping through the walls and under the stove in the kitchen and pouring out from under one of the cabinets on the floor.
Luckily the neighbor was home so Tyler drove up to his house to ask him to come out and turn off the water ASAP. The water shut off is so far away from the cabin that water kept flowing for at least ten minutes after he shut it off. (It was still gurgling when we left almost an hour later!)
We just cannot live there. The heat doesn’t work right. The pipes are busted. The floor is flooded. It’s just a huge mess all around. Luckily none of our stuff was ruined. Though I did walk in the bathroom to find Ada’s potty seat floating across the floor. That was only funny because I do not own this cabin and it’s not directly my problem.
The busted pipe can only be accessed from under the cabin. My neighbor the plumber is too large to fit under there. He said the space is so small (where the cabin has sunken down to only a few inches off of the ground) that he doesn’t know how they will be able to fix it at all. He says they’ll need a very, very tiny man. Maybe an Asian man with a tiny body and tiny hands, he said.
While that is probably racist you have to picture my neighbor with a beer in one hand, missing a few teeth, huge grin on his face, good Kentucky accent…he doesn’t mean it to be insulting. It’s just logical, the smallest stereotype he can think of off the top of his head.
My grandma has graciously offered to let us live in her house rent free for a year or two. She currently lives in a rental house my dad owns that’s in the city close to my parents. Her house is in a small town not too far away. It’s actually only 15-20 minutes from where Tyler works.
We can save up a lot of money while living there, but it’s going to absolutely suck. I’m certainly not ungrateful, but dreading it…
The house is as small as our old house. Only 1,000 square feet. It only has one bathroom. A friend is going to keep my chickens because they aren’t allowed in that town.
The worst part is my grandma wants to keep her stuff there. She is a cluttered person. She thinks we can just use her beds and furniture, move stuff around to fit in a few toys. I cried over this all night last night. It’s going to be awkward, uncomfortable, and frustrating. I do not want to do it.
Tyler is convinced it’s the only way. We can suffer through it and quickly pay off all debt, then have some sort of downpayment. We’ll be able to throw $3,000-$4,000 a month in to debt and/or savings. That is significant. We don’t have that much debt, so we can knock that out pretty quickly.
We’ll see how it goes.
At least we can get high speed internet there.
After six months or a year we’ll be able to purchase our dream property. There will be no waiting, we’ll just pick out the perfect place when it comes along and buy it.
So I just have to keep telling myself that it will be all worth it. We can finally stop moving. We can own the place we want to live in for the rest of our lives and be happy.
Almost there. So close.
Living rent free is an incredible blessing, even though it’s not an ideal living situation. At least we will be warm. Her house is comfortable as far as heat, plumbing, and all that goes. So there’s that.
But moving again. OMG. I don’t have time for this.