I hate moving.
I hate everything about it. I hate having to put the house up for sale and all that entails. I hate having all my stuff in boxes. I hate unpacking in the new house and trying to find a place to put everything. I hate realizing that I have a ton of stuff and that some of it is going to stay in boxes for the time being. I hate feeling like my life is “on hold”. I hate having to find a new hair stylist, a new dentist, a new doctor.
But the thing I’m hating most right now? Trying to get freaking renters insurance.
I’ve been trying for weeks to get renters insurance, to no avail. Farm Bureau South Carolina doesn’t write renters, just homeowners. So it has to go through an affiliate company. The only problem with that is because of the incident in April 2012, no one wants to insure us. They say we’re too much of a risk. We don’t even have a dog anymore! So why are we such a risk? That makes absolutely no sense to me.
I’ve been waiting on our agent to get back to me for a week now regarding a company that might write the policy. I called him yesterday and told him I needed to know something by the end of business, because this has gone on long enough. Our house is under contract, which means our homeowners policy will be cancelled soon, leaving us with no coverage of our belongings. I have got to get this settled.
As I expected, I didn’t hear anything from him before the end of business yesterday. So today I got on Progressive and bought a renters insurance policy. It’s costing me a grand total of $30 a month to insure our personal property. You snooze, you lose, Farm Bureau. Now I’m going to see how long it takes our agent to get back to me without me nagging him every other day. And when he does finally call? I’m going to tell him, too bad, I gave up waiting around on you ages ago and found insurance elsewhere.
I shouldn’t have to nag a grown man about doing his damn job. But at least now I have renters insurance.