I hate this!

So our chicken landlord finally decided to call us, after we have been trying to get ahold of him for over a month now. He left me a voicemail saying that he called us in the middle of August and told us that we had 45 days to vacate because he was selling. Yep- I hit the roof! Not only did we not get a call we certainly didn't get anything in writing! Its not like he doesn't have our address! So I of course called him back and left him a voicemail that said in a nice but (well I used my mom voice) firm tone that we never got his stupid message and that I would be glad to move my the end of October but if he thought I was moving by the end of September (6 days away) that he could either change his mind or be mad at us because we weren't leaving.
To his credit he called me back in about 90 min (of course it was 90 min of me getting angrier by the second). He didn't have a problem with us being out by the end of October (good thing!) and that he was sorry that he had to sell but he was having financial troubles and had to sell the properties that he owned. Now he was calling me from Arizona, and I am pretty sure that he didn't own the house when I moved in. So I asked him if he had ever been in my house, of course he had never seen it, so I let him know just what the condition of this house was when we moved into it! I also let him know what we had done to it! Needless to say he didn't know any of it. I also told him that there was a slim to none chance that he was going to get what he was asking out of the house and that he might want to think about lowering the price if he ever wanted to sell it! Yep I felt better and I actually got what I wanted and made sure that I was NOT liable for anything that those horrible people who lived here before us did! (I want my deposit back!) So all in all I survived the encounter.
Now I just need to find a house to move into! We have found a complex that we are kindof stuck on. we have looked in EVERY available townhouse (about 14!) but are still not sure IF we are supposed to buy one and then WHICH one. We have narrowed it down to 6 (which is quite a ways) but there is no yard (Yea! no yard work, Boo! no dog or trampoline or swing set, you get the picture). I think its time to break out the industrial knee pads!