The time to hesitate is through

This morning my MIL and the lady living on the 4th floor above the Loud family went to see Boss Woman. Boss Woman read the latest list of infractions and what it boils down to is this: The rental company - the Wobau - wants this crap to stop. They have had Frau Loud down in their office twice, both times she ended up crying and telling things the Wobau doesn't believe to be true and so the Wobau has very limited sympathy for these people. My MIL was told that this time instead of a "knock your shit off" sort of letter they will be getting a final warning letter. In the world of soccer it would translate to them getting a yellow card. If the shit continues and we come back with more complaints they will get a notice of eviction. A yellow/red, if you will. There's just one tiny catch.

Boss Woman isn't too sure how evicting a handicapped person works. Evidently she's not had the experience of doing it before and she feels that it wouldn't work like a normal eviction because handicapped people may have "special rights".

Let me stop here and say something. This special rights stuff for the handicapped is bullshit. Special rights my ass. Being handicapped doesn't give you special rights. If you're handicapped you have the right to equal access. You have the right to equal treatment. You don't, however, have the right to be treated in some kid gloves sort of manner because you're handicapped. Being handicapped means you have to be handled in a way so that your treatment isn't less than an able bodied person's is, not that you have to be treated in an extra special, super nice, cherry on top sort of way. My husband is handicapped. His inability to be able to control certain motor functions doesn't mean he gets to act like an asshat and get away with it.

This could mean that before an eviction could take place a court would have to rule it legal to do so. Well, okay. I understand if the Wobau has to follow the law. They didn't make the law, they just have to follow it. My thought at this moment is that I'm starting to care less and less each day because we've made a decision that will be effected by an eviction in a somewhat minor way.

We're moving. We have made up our minds that we're sick of this place. We're sick of this neighborhood, we're sick of the bad vibes around here and we're sick up to our eye teeth living with the sorriest excuses for human beings that ever exsisted.

Right now we're in the midst of looking for a new apartments - one for us and one for my MIL because she needs to live near us and there's no way she'd stay in this building if we didn't live here. We've decided that we want to live in the Altstadt - the old town of Magdeburg - right in the center of the city. It's the area where B grew up and my MIL would still be living there if they hadn't had to move to this end of the city to get an apartment that was handicap accessable. Since the German reunification things have been renovated and there are more buildings with elevators. We've always talked of moving to Altstadt but it was only talk since we were pretty happy where we were - until now.

So as it is we're looking for something that will be suitable for us. We don't know how long this will take - could be a week, could be a year - but when we find something, we're taking it. Now should it end up that the Louds are evicted - a process that could also take a long time - then we'd still move but perhaps take longer to do it. Either way, unless there is a drastic changing of minds, we're moving.

I'm trying not to get too hepped up about this too fast but I'm pretty excited about moving to Altstadt. Living right in the center of the city. Right where all the best shopping is, the best events are held, where the city festivals are, and most importantly, where the Christmas market is held. Walking just a few blocks to be in the center of the city's action or maybe even just walking out my building's door. Being able to get B out more even in colder weather because instead of having to spend twenty minutes getting downtown he could be out the door and in the mall within five minutes.

Did I mention that I will be living right beside the fabulous, wonderful, I-wait-all-year-for-it Christmas market?

Okay folks. Say your prayers. Do your voodoo. Cross your fingers and wish upon a star. Let us please find an apartment that is within our budget, has an elevator, has doors big enough for an electric wheelchair to pass through and that has a kitchen area big enough to hold my newly purchased, it's-still-got-that-new-shine-on-it kitchen. I'll sacrifice the big kitchen table but I gotta have my cabinets and appliances.

Ahhhh...to have my peace again. And the Christmas market.