This week was supposed to be a great week. Ro had made plans with a couple that we were to rent their house in Puento Alto. Everything was ready. We were supposed to go to the house on the 15th to get the keys and we could move in immediately. We were supposed to get a puppy to go in our backyard, oh did I mention it has a huge backyard something called a "parcela" (I'm not sure if that's the yard or if the whole place is a parcela...not a word I have ever heard before) it also has a clay oven in which I would have been able to bake bread, pizza, cookies, whatever the hell I wanted to! This was supposed to be a good week.
Of course, things cannot go the way they are supposed to. Nothing good can ever happen to me apparently. No house almost out the city, no puppy, no big yard, no clay oven, no garden, and most of all, no first home for me and my husband.
The owners of the house decided today that they are going to get divorced. They won't be renting out the house, they will be selling it instead.
So instead of Ro going to work today and being away from me all day again in order to make money for all the stuff that I have been looking at and picking out for our new home, we went out and bought a shit ton of junk food. We are sitting at the suegros taking advantage of the few hours we are allowed to wash our laundry. We are hanging out in the living room and watching TV and playing Rock Band before we she gets home and we go back into the confines of our prison cell bedroom.
Instead of being overly excited this week I will get to spend it here alone while Ro is at work. With MIL and her fucking smug "haha you can't take my son away from me face" while she wastes RIDICULOUS amounts of water washing 3 items of clothing at a time on the high water cycle. While she sits and watches "her tv!" and uses the kitchen the entire day. Oh by the way she really isn't using the kitchen for anything, she just says that so I can't be in there cooking. Having a shirt on the counter waiting to be iron for her counts as using the kitchen. So I'll sit around alll day with my belly screaming at me and wait for my Prince Charming to come home and rescue me and talk some sense into my bat shit crazy MIL so we can use the kitchen for 10 minutes to cook something, eat, and wash the dishes before she freaks the fuck out. I will hope that she leaves the house even if just for 10 minutes to go to the grocery store so I can make a piece of toast and eat it while I take a shower as fast as I possibly can and whether or not the "califont" (sp?) is lit and hope that I finish and am back in my bedroom before she gets home. I should just spend some time with the green plant out in the backyard.... seriously think that is the only way certain other person in this house can deal with this shit.
Just my fucking luck.
I'm going back to bed now and before any of you comment on this and have no idea about anything in my life, remember I still cannot work in Chile because I STILL don't have my visa and calling the extranjeria (sp?) everyday is NOT working we are now on day 48...or 49 at some point I'll stop counting and stop calling only to be told it will get there soon. It is not easy as pie to find a place to live here. We cannot just find a place sign a paper and move in. It requires, well for one getting in touch with the person offering their place for rent which you might think is easy, WELL ITS NOT!! And you may have everything ready and they could die (see Kyle's blog) or you may have everything ready only to find out that they decide they don't want to rent it out. My husband drives taxi and because he doesn't get a paid salary, his income is unreliable therefore people are less enthused about us renting from them. And if you think I am just over reacting about the situation with the MIL just call our house and hear her bitchy attitude when you ask to talk to me, cuz god forbid I take up the phone line when something could possibly happen to someone and someone MIGHT need to get ahold of her and they might not know her cell phone number....
I won't be blogging for awhile. Not until I have something new and something good that is 100% positive signed and dated and I completely own and have in my hand said good thing.
9 comments:
Why don´t you get a job teaching English? You could do it at least until you have a working visa...I taught English in Chile on three separate occasions (once for a year and a half) and never had a working visa. Most small English companies don´t require you to have a working visa (they could care less) and they pay better too. Even if an English institute requires a working visa, they usually let you teach there until it comes through because they know you are getting one. Just an idea if you´re really desperate.
Unfortunately everything is harder when you're self-employed -- both in Chile, the U.S. and I would imagine anywhere.
Keep your head up, you'll eventually find the perfect place! And then it may take another 6 months to be able to sign the papers...but you'll get there :)
oh god i would just go live in a hostal by now! maybe you could focus the search on a less perfect temporary place just to get the heck out in the meanwhile, then find the dream house for the puppy...
i dunno though, if you're gonna teach english anyway, that might be an idea. but if not i would probably wait like you and keep pressuring extranjeria. because although common sense in chile tells me otherwise, i still kinda cling to ....how much longer could it BE???
theyre usually fairly helpful on the phone. hopefully you can get it figured out or at least make sure its processing right and didnt get approved and lost by the mail man a month ago.
Hey Shannon,
Sounds like you're having a shitty week.
It'll get better...and if not I have some ideas about things you could try to do.
Hang in there, girl.
Tamara
Life is hard, in Chile or anywhere. I perfetly remember that my husband and I couldn`t rent a place in California because whe did not have a credit history even though he had a steady job, but in actually in Chile there are plenty on places to look around and rent as long as you are really commited to rent a place...and it seems that it is not that important to your husband!
The same happens with a work for you, not top range jobs, but really when you want to work there is not pending visa that can stop you fot doing it.
Last, you knew your MIL before she was your MIL, before you got married and you decided to get married anyway.
So careful it look like it is not the universe against you but the results of your own choices ... good luck
Lou, I have had bad enough luck as it is, I don't want to get in trouble for working without a visa. And I have a job offer, but I have to have my visa before I can start working there.
Kyle, I have been trying to keep my head up. I CANNOT live in this place for another 6 months! I can't belive how freaking difficult it is just to get an apartment!! Do the people renting places really not care whether or not they are going to get that extra income for 6 months?!?! Crazy!!
Lydia, what I wrote about in my blog is all that I knew about the house. I have never been there, I have never seen it, I don't know the address, I don't know how many bathrooms bedrooms or anything it has. I don't even know if it has a stove or fridge or anything else like that included. The day Ro told me about it I said yes without even asking anything about it. The only thing I thought that was perfect about it was that we got to move in in less than 3 weeks. So I really didn't think that was our dream home or anything at all. Ro just told me that it has a big yard and the owners recommended that we get a dog for the yard. And yes I really keep thinking how much longer could it really take for the visa to get to me? I wake up every morning and look in the yard to see if my brown envelope somehow got shoved in the bushes... its never there. I'm gonna keep waiting for it because the job I want will hire me as soon as I have it and not before. I'll just keep waiting.... for both as soon as another opportunity for a place to live comes up I will jump on it no matter what.
Anonymous 2, I don't post links promoting anything on my blog so please don't keep coming back and leaving the same thing over and over, I am never ever going to post it. Thank you.
Tamara, I have def had much better weeks in my life...
Anonymous, why would you think it isn't important to my husband?? And knowing my MIL and living with her are 2 completely different things.
I'm sorry! There are tons of places online. Have you even considered sharing a room at a house like compartodepto.cl style? It's a thought! Or even like Lydia says, perhpas a hostel, even for a short period of time to get out of your MIL's way and all those crazy things she says.
I think Sara's suggestion of checking out compartodepto.cl is a great one. A lot of young people looking to fill up an extra room in their apartments post there. A lot of them also accept couples and usually specify this in their ad. There aren't as many hassles involved because you usually don't have to have a contract.
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