Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My parents had been saying that if I didn't have a job by August, then I should just move back home and continue my job search from there, which obviously I wouldn't ever want to do in a million years.
There was the issue of my lease, which I had renewed back in November, and I knew I'd have to do something about it when I got a job. My parents asked for the number of my realtor so they could find out options or whatever, so I gave it to them. I wasn't planning on figuring things out until I got an offer and knew my timeline.
Fuck "options." My mom told them to terminate my lease, which means I have to be out of here by August 18. And move the fuck home for however long it takes me to find a job. The only thing I support about that decision is the monetary benefit.
I can't believe she went behind my back like that. I mean, I totally can, but I can't believe it's already come to this. I have to give my permission, which I am obviously not doing right now. And since I don't have a tangible job offer right now, I don't even know the timeline of when I would need to move out, but it's probably not as early as August 18, given the speed at which my prospects have been progressing. Then again, maybe it would be. I hate everything.