that uneasy feeling you get when you know you are soon to be "homeless"... the house we moved into last year and really settled into is being "sold" to his son. i am so angry at the landlord for doing this, especially after our lengthy conversation that posed this very question, "are you thinking about trying to sell the house any time soon? we DO NOT want to have to move again in a year. it is so hard to do, especially with a little one." ass hat response, "oh no. i love to see a family in there, and if YOU would be interested in leasing to buy, we'll talk after a year." all i can say is, i pity his foolish son who is buying this house with the crumbling foundation, flooded basement, toilets that run and run and run, moldy dishwasher that no longer drains, disposal that does not work, front door that no longer locks, barely shuts and has huge gaps from the ancient handy man's rockin skills with a planar saw (who is for some reason always topless). what i really love is that most of the above list has happened within the past 2 - 3 weeks! it's a sign, definitely time to go. the burleys are on the move again.