worst night ever.

my landlord just stopped by and told us that we need to move out by May 1.  his business folded and he needs to move back in here in order to declare residency here so the house doesn't get taken away.  i LOVE this place.  i love this apartment so much, it's gorgeous, spacious, i have a walk in closet, everything is totally renovated, the kitchen is immaculate, we have a washer and dryer in the unit, we have a parking spot, and it's 4 min. to the train.  what the F are we going to do now?  

a.  run around screaming like a crazy person.

b.  find a new place immediately.

right  b.  find a new place makes the most sense.  another obstacle we have is that abe is about to go on a tour of paris, london, and sao paulo for 3 weeks on business.  so we need to have a handful of good looks before he leaves.  i don't know what to do.

this is not as bad as cancer or death, but it's worse than stubbing your toe or getting punched in the face and a broken nose.  

so when we moved here we bought all new furniture to fit the place perfectly.  it's a big place therefore we bought big furniture.  when we bought it people delivered it with lots of muscle work.  now that we need to move out, we're going to have to hire movers to take it all out.  also, the dresser will need to go back out the window in a custom job.  this costs money.  we spent thousands of dollars already, and now we're going to have to spend thousands more.  it's in no way an ideal situation.  abe is trying to think of it as a way to upgrade.  but really, i think this place is plenty of an upgrade and i don't want to spend more.....but of course we'll have to.  we just bought a car. 

this makes me want to stomp on my egg tree.