As I mentioned the other day, the kids want me to
move closer to them ...
… and though I have been procrastinating because I
wanted to honor Bob in his request to “keep the house”, I really have been
thinking about moving since last November; and talked openly with Bob about a
possible move at some point. I truthfully have tried to live here, on my own, picking up our
life where Ron and Candy killed it – but it just has not worked out.
Bob, on his deathbed told me to
keep the house. His killers still live in the Park here - it is HARD to keep
the house when I see them everywhere I turn: I can't even pop in at Baker's
Corner for a coke without standing in line behind Ron; his stupid girlfriend
works there as cashier: Ron killed his wife with his selfishness 3 weeks before
he killed my husband with his continual bitching. Ron killed Bob with his
ridiculous and baseless paranoias; and his life goes on while he effectively
murdered mine. It is HARD not to hate. I struggle every day to work past it;
so far, I am winning the battle. But it drains me. And I can't deal with Candy
at all. I HAVE forgiven them both (have to - I want to see Bob in Heaven!), but
knowing they are still in residence here really works my nerves. I couldn’t
even enjoy gardening this year … and I love gardening. But being here, trying
to survive in a place where insanity rules and ego kills has ruined my
enjoyment this year. And I honestly do not think the atmosphere around here
with Candy Scott as Park manager is going to get any better. The woman is
insufferable.
So, this morning, before I could talk myself out
of it: I grabbed the phone and texted Shay, our Realtor. She got back to me and
said she could come by later on; pros/cons will
be formulated, and decisions will be made after careful and fervent prayer. I
needed to be wise. I needed to think like Bob would - I NEEDED a man's
brain (!) so I would make a knowledgeable decision: my entire life
moving forward will rest on this decision.
The last time I picked up and moved to another State was 53 years ago when I came here to Washington with my mother and siblings from Minnesota. I built a life here in this State with Bob, the love of my life since I laid eyes on him in 1967, and married him in 1974. Moving to Oregon will be a major step out of my comfort zone.
I will be leaving a LOT behind: my entire life. The life Bob gave me -
the things he designed and built specifically for me; the home here he totally
rebuilt specifically for me.
The last time I picked up and moved to another State was 53 years ago when I came here to Washington with my mother and siblings from Minnesota. I built a life here in this State with Bob, the love of my life since I laid eyes on him in 1967, and married him in 1974. Moving to Oregon will be a major step out of my comfort zone.
It is a scary step forward: Bob
is not here to bounce thoughts back and forth with.
I admit, during the long wait, I was getting anxious.
I admit, during the long wait, I was getting anxious.
Finally, she arrived. And all the anxiety fell
off – Shay’s visits always do that for me. She is a good girl and pleasant to
be around. Bob and I loved her like a daughter, and she has treated me as a daughter
would since I became a widow. She loves me. And I love her. I am going to
miss her a lot.
We visited while she showed me the assessment she
had done up for me, ran some numbers, and I was pleased with the outcome;
she predicts a very GOOD selling price IF I place it on the market now. She
would like to have the place listed and sold before Thanksgiving. So, I made
the decision to put the house on the market as soon as I get back from down
south: that is how it works for me – once my mind is decided to do
something, I move full steam ahead. Shay thinks the house will go for the
asking price without a haggle, and maybe – HOPEFULLY – there will
be more than 1 person interested in buying, and a bidding war will ensue,
which will result in a boost in the end sale price: I HOPE SO! I can
use every extra penny I can get. But, the original sale price is pretty nice
too.
I trust Elohim to provide for me exactly what I
need to establish a new life in a new State: HE KNOWS exactly what I need.
I trust Elohim to keep Candy out of the way while this sale goes through.
I trust Shay to bring the money in and get this thing done to everyone’s satisfaction.
I trust Shay to bring the money in and get this thing done to everyone’s satisfaction.
Neither Elohim, nor Shay, has failed me yet :-D
She asked me what made me finally decide to sell,
and I told her that I miss the kids and they have been pressing me to move
closer to them. Bob wanted his death to bring
family healing into being - they
are reaching out. This house is no longer “our home”. All I do is cry. It
is time.
She knows I have tried valiantly
to keep the house; we have spoken many times since I became a widow last December.
She knows how I have struggled to honor Bob’s deathbed wish for me to keep the
house with Bob’s killers still living in the Park here.
I cried when I told her that I
have lived in this house longer than Bob did: 1/3 of Bob's time the first year
was spent in a hotel room (with me) waiting for remodeling to wind up. 1/3 of
Bob's time last year was spent in hospital rooms (with me) in 2 states. Out of the 28 months of home-ownership, I have spent most
of that time in this house alone: without Bob.
It's
so unfair ...
This
was our last hurrah. It looked so innocent. We never saw the future bearing
down on us, where Ron Cook and Candy Scott would T-bone us like bats out of
hell; derailing our life, and murdering our happiness. Just because they could.
Without a conscience between the both of them.
Shay cried with me. She loved Bob. She knows I
have been through hell.
I will be going to spend October
30th thru November 3rd with the kids, and they will be taking me around to see
possible new homes. I need to be armed with information, so I make a wise
decision.
The kids want me to consider a Retirement
Home Community – I AM NOT READY FOR THAT! I am not ready to be “old” yet. I am not
ready to be told “lights out at 10 p.m.” if I want to watch a movie or listen
to Molly Hatchet until 4 a.m. I am not ready to give up on an active life yet …
So, when I spoke to the kids
after Shay left, they suggested the possibility of a 1-bedroom Studio, or a
Condo. I said I would be open to those options if I could get a ground floor living
arrangement with no carpet. They said the no carpet requirement would be dicey,
but they will scout it out on their end to see what’s out there in my price
range with a comfortable wiggle room, and maybe Shay could network on this end
too. I texted Shay, and she said that yes … she definitely can network with
Realtors there, and will do what she can to make this happen and stay within my
monthly budget :-D
I will be securing a new home
before I return back home from my visit with the kids.
I will be taking Bob's love with me.
I informed Bob's sister, Merry, that I will be moving.
I informed my sister, Carla, that I will be moving.
I will inform Kerry tomorrow - and ask him to come sort through some of Bob's man stuff to see what he wants: I will only take a few tools with me; and the tool box for Liam.
And I will need to inform Cheryl & Pam about my immanent move. I will MISS these 2. I will need to figure out the backroads from there back to here to meet with them occasionally. I also will want to make periodic visits to Eden Valley too.
I informed Bob's sister, Merry, that I will be moving.
I informed my sister, Carla, that I will be moving.
I will inform Kerry tomorrow - and ask him to come sort through some of Bob's man stuff to see what he wants: I will only take a few tools with me; and the tool box for Liam.
And I will need to inform Cheryl & Pam about my immanent move. I will MISS these 2. I will need to figure out the backroads from there back to here to meet with them occasionally. I also will want to make periodic visits to Eden Valley too.
HELP ME YESHUA.
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