I keep looking at my cats and crying, because I failed. 4 and a half months into moving out properly for the first time, I was so happy, I got two cats, I thought it was perfect, and I get served a no fault eviction notice.
The government had been talking about banning them since they came into power, I started renting in September when it was almost basically certain, I thought I was safe. Obviously my landlord would know about the changes, was putting the house back up for rent with that knowledge, being prepared and willing to work with it. Apparently I was wrong.
I was about to go out, I'd just got ready and put my shoes on, I was going to go to the charity shop, and the pharmacy, and buy sock wool so I could knit myself some socks when my boyfriend told me to pick up a letter that had fallen by the door three days ago. I'd been working from home, I hadn't gone near the front door since it came. A hand delivered letter reading section 21 on the front, I had to Google it to make sure I was correct that it was what I thought and inside legal documentation and a letter from the landlord that we had two months to leave because she's selling the house due to the very regulation I thought would make us safer.
I bought furniture for this house, I only got a new washer a couple months ago, I thought I was safe. I spent my teenage years being moved around, I thought being an adult and having a job and having money saved I would be safe. I'm not safe, maybe I never was or will be.
My options are to try and buy the house from her, which I hope I can do, but I cant guarantee, or move back to my grandparents house, and I don't know where all my stuff will go. And the cats will go back to my boyfriends house where I adopted them from originally. They won't stay with me. And I feel like such a bad cat parent I feel so awful, my first attempt at being an adult and 2 weeks after the minimum you can get served a section 21 notice, I got served it. And people keep telling me they'll be safe there and better but I won't have them, and maybe I'm selfish, infact I know I am, but I wanted them to be mine to look after.
I go to work and think I'm proving for them and it makes me happy. I was happy I could provide this little house where we were all safe and I feel so stupid for ever thinking that