Moving...or not....

Wow, what a whirlwind of a week. At first we were moving and then we were not. Here is the rundown.
Peter happened upon an ad on craigslist for a 4 BR house to rent. It sounded great so we decided what the hell and looked into it further. He talked back and forth with the woman who owns it and it seemed like it would be a great place. It was about a half an hour away from where we are now, bt we thought we could deal with that. The rent was over double what we are paying now, but for an entire house, the sacrifices seemed worth it.
We went to look at it on Thursday night. The house was huge and very cute. It could use a little work, but basically wallpaper and stuff like that. The yard was huge and there was also tons of storage in the basement. The bathroom was terribly tiny :( I hated the bathroom.
We talked to the owners and were pretty sure we were going to go forward with it all. We left saying we were going to discuss it.
Then... they told us they had to wait for a meeting about their new house to find out when they could move out so we could move in and they would let us know Friday. Friday came and went, Peter e-mailed them, no answer. Peter e-mailed them twice more on Saturday and finally called them twice until we got ahold of them and she still had no answers for us. In addition to this we never had gotten anything in writing, so there was no guarantee it was ours. All the while she was still pushing us to move in for July 1st. How are we supposed to let our current landlord know we are moving in one week when we aren't even positive.
The whole situation was a little odd and Peter and I just got a bad gut feeling. Something just felt like it was not a good choice. Sunday afternoon he called her back and told her we decided not to take it. He said she sounded kind of upset and tried to get him to still take it if maybe she could push the date until the 15th. We still said no. It all just seemed a little to urgent for her to us.
I am kind of disappointed, the room would have been so nice, but I am also relieved. I did not want to screw up the girls dance classes, and travel would have been a killer although I would have managed. Although we hate it here, there is a certain sort of comfort level too. Does that makes sense. I guess it falls into the same category as know your enemy or something like that. Now I wish I knew the correct saying... the evil you know is better than the one you don't.
So here I sit in my crappy dirty apartment in my crappy dirty neighborhood and sort of happy about it. I already signed the girls up for free swimming lessons at the state pool, the boys are at summer school and summer dance classes start the 7th. Back to being busy!!!