Lost two homes & a grandma, then gained a castle.
Where did I leave off?
We spent days cleaning up my grandma’s old house and moving things in there, trying to get it ready to be livable. It was completely Grandma’s idea, of course.
It still had some piles of stuff, but it wasn’t too bad. It was clean enough that we could stay there and be ok!
My grandma had been helping, she was in charge since they were her things. She kept telling us how happy she was that we were going to be staying there so it wouldn’t be empty, and how it felt good to get some of her things consolidated so that she didn’t just have stuff everywhere in a house she was no longer staying in.(She lives in the city near my parents now to be closer to family and doctors. They moved there after my grandpa got sick about five years ago. He died in October 2012.)
We were hoping to be ready to move into her house this past week. Driving down to the cabin to take care of the animals twice a day has been really time consuming since it’s an hour one way, not to mention the gas it uses! And my poor animals, they miss human contact. The dogs are tired of being crated.
Suddenly one afternoon early this past week my grandma called me. She calls me often, so I answered happily. To my great shock she started screaming at me in a shrill voice! She has never, ever said an unkind word to me before in my entire life.
I barely spoke two words. She was saying terrible things–that I am a bad parent, selfish and spoiled, that it’s my fault for getting my family into this mess since I chose to live at that cabin, basically screaming at me every insecurity I have ever had. She told me that I don’t deserve to live in her house and that I have “not one scrap, not one shred of paper” claiming it’s mine. She accused me of trying to erase every trace of her from the house.
The screaming went on for fifteen minutes before I just hung up because I was sobbing.
Then she called me back multiple times.
I didn’t answer. I was scared to.
Finally she left a voicemail, which I made my mom listen to later. All it said was, “Amy I do not appreciate you hanging up on me! Good-bye.”
What just happened!?
My cousins went over to her house here in the city a couple hours later to see if she was alright. She was happy to see them, she acted like nothing was wrong.
About fifteen minutes after they left my dad also stopped by her house. He asked her if they had visited and she said no, no one had been over. He asked her about the tire marks and foot prints in the snow. She said she had no idea, it was probably just some people driving by and walking around outside her door. (???)
My grandma seemed happy and didn’t mention anything about screaming at me. My dad told her maybe it wouldn’t be such a great idea for us to live in her other house since it was a lot of work to get it ready, and she agreed maybe that was true.
I think she has some dementia going on. She called me again a couple times after my dad left, but I was still afraid to answer.
We have spent a lot of time with my grandma, visiting at least once a week, talking on the phone several times a week, and I take her grocery shopping every two weeks. I don’t know what to do now. Even if she doesn’t remember saying those awful things to me, how can I look her in the eye ever again? Surely she must have been thinking some of this stuff somewhere inside for it to spew out so hatefully? I just have no idea.
My other grandmother, my mom’s mother, died from Alzheimer’s. I’ve been down this road before. Except she was never agitated and paranoid like my dad’s mom seems to be. Unfortunately she seems to be angry and suspicious, which is very difficult and scary. It’s also sad.
What if it wasn’t dementia and she actually meant those things? What if she was just being stubborn and not telling my dad she had guests? What if nothing is actually wrong with her and she just hates me now? I don’t even know what to think. Surely not, but…
Well all of that left us totally without a home.
What to do, what to do? We just spent several weeks planning and organizing over there only to have to undo all of that. Cancel the internet we set up, cancel the fencing company, cancel the P.O. Box we got. Take all of my kitchen stuff back out of the kitchen, take out our bed and couches and put it all back in storage. I don’t have time for this!
Then a frantic rental home search began.
We’re starting a new chapter. This week The Cabin Days will be over, and The Castle House Times shall begin!
The Castle House is a 111 year old Victorian mansion.
I’m not joking.
It’s utterly perfect.
It’s 3,439 sq. ft. brick house with a hexagonal turret room. Rosie and Ada think it’s a castle and they are thrilled to live in it.
Pictures are stolen from the realty website.
The place is brokered by a real estate company, and they handle all the repairs. It’s a large well known company, so we should not get screwed over this time. I feel safe renting it this way. A specific realtor manages the property and we call him with any issues.
The house is amazing. It’s so quirky and fun! It does have a very outdated kitchen, and I’m not a big fan of the outdated bathrooms, but the rest of it is awesome. It has gorgeous light from huge windows. It has four fireplaces. There is a fully floored attic and also a basement, neither of which are included in the square footage.
It has four bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a dining room, large kitchen, and a bunch of other rooms. There are even servant stairs.
I just keep thinking: DOWNTON ABBEY! Same time period, maybe a bit earlier actually.
It looks different without all of this furniture in it. Just bright, huge, open rooms.
The downside is that it’s downtown near the Toyota factory where Tyler works, which is in a small town I very much dislike.
I have to give away all of my chickens and ducks. This town is so ridiculous that they passed an ordinance against poultry. The birds are going to a good friend. I’m extremely sad, but I’ve accepted that for whatever reasons I can’t see at the moment circumstances have led us here.
The rest of our pets are coming with us, including the giant bunnies.
I can have a garden here though. There’s already one long raised bed.
It’s funny how we found this place. I spent days searching for the perfect farm property. Then my 20 year old sister came over to my parents’ house, where we’re staying, and sat down looking at her phone. She said, “Hey look at this place, how cool!”
Then I looked. And that was that. I immediately called the realtor’s phone number.
We went to see it this afternoon.
We’re signing the lease tomorrow! They approved our application today.
I have no idea what I will do with that much space, but…we’ll find out. I have enough furniture for 1,000 square feet. Laughable.
The kids will have so much fun exploring all the details of this home. I can’t wait to play hide and seek in it.
I also can’t wait to photograph all of the tiny gorgeous and quirky details to share with you.
I’m looking forward to setting up a homeschool room. That’s my #1 priority since we have had so much happening with a new baby, moving, Igor’s visit…we are getting behind. I’m very excited to have a dedicated room with a pleasant atmosphere where we can sit down and read and learn.
The only problem is I don’t exactly have spare cash to buy furniture or anything. First world problems at their finest.
I don’t have enough things to go in my large home!
Surely there is a meme for that. There has to be.
I’m ready for the stresses of moving to be in the past. We’ve got a ton of work to do over the next few weeks.
My dad asked me why I can’t just live in a normal house.
Well…I don’t know. I just can’t. It might be boring. Maybe I will when I grow up and get old, but that’s not today. And maybe I’m a tiny bit crazy. But that’s ok.
Castle House, here we come!!