I found an interesting larger venue for WdG in a small town in Upper Austria. Affordable, more space, good central location, accessible for disabled people, lots of closeby free parking lots, even big enough for several buses, lots of possibilities. The direct neighbours would have been a pizza restaurant, a bakery, a music school...and a swinger club. Well, if the local community had been fine with that for 20 years, they wouldn't mind me and the WdG. Or so I thought.
The landlord was initially intrigued and supportive, the mayor OK with it...So I sat down and wrote the first federal application for a dangerous animal husbandry license this week. Since this is a different federal state, I would have to apply for all my licenses again. So be it...I finished it in record time (not the first time I've done this, and sleep is overrated...)and sent it in this Tuesday. The bureaucrats in charge discussed it and told me that it looked very promising. So far, so good. My wife already started planning.
About an hour ago today I received an email from the potential new landlord, stating that the red tape was too much for him and that he had chosen an easier renter. He apologized, wished me well on my future quest, blablabla. Not the first time I have been in this situation, and most definitely not the last time. Well, que sera, sera, it is what it is, life goes on, virtual hugs & prayers, fingers crossed...and all those other oh so motivational and yet practically useless phrases. Together with the ongoing COVID-19 correlated restrictions, lockdowns, my rather bothersome main job etc., this hasn't been the best year for WdG and myself, but well, the next year is coming up soon, with the chance to finally find improvement (I wouldn't bet on it, though...).