i had a similar thing happen to me (and more so, an awful thing happened to my landlord) a long time ago. not nearly as bad as what happened to you, but similar. i lived in first story of a two story home, landlord upstairs (great guy) lived above me with his wife and teenage son. One day, he comes home, his wife is gone, left him a letter saying she was leaving him, moving to texas, along with his son, who he loved with all his heart. shocking and devastating to him of course. about a month later, he gets a letter saying they are foreclosing on the house because his wife had not been paying the mortgage for years. we had a week to move (again, not as bad as what happened to you, i had a week). i was shocked. i scrambled, could not find anything nearby and in my price range. i contemplated defcon 5, moving back in with my mother.
luckily, i met a friend of a friend, we found a place to live. that kid moved out soon after, but it led to me reuniting with an old friend of mine. it was a better place and it all turned out for the better. sometimes, these bad things happen for a reason. i hope you find a similar type of ending.
