Yesterday I made plans to get the listing paperwork
for this house sale underway: pictures will be taken sometime this coming week.
I am very happy with the listing figures 😊
I want to strike while the iron is hot (so
to speak) … and the interest $$$$ on mortgage payments is as low as it currently
is. I can get a fixed ‘locked in’ figure at a good deal.
I’d rather pay mortgage on a home that
(((I))) have the final say on (what I do with my yard/who can visit –
and what time they can visit/how long I can sit on my porch – my own ‘quiet
time’ hours; ect), rather than continue to pay yearly escalating monthly rent
on the small parched earth my current home sits on, with little to no freedoms
to actually live the life I choose to live: MPO is that locked in mortgage
payments makes much more sense.
‘It’s My Life (And I’ll Live It)’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qr5hB99B3U
Some people like restrictions (told what to do, how to do it, why to do it, and who they
can do it with) placed on their lives: I do not.
Some people like living in congested, frantic
paced, cities: I do not.
Some people like living in crowded suburban
communities: I do not.
Some people, like me, like
wide open spaces with plenty of elbow room to
live, and breathe, in.
So, the process of moving on, is moving forward.
I don’t have much to do in preparation of
selling and moving: I’ve twice downsized considerably since becoming a widow 31
months ago. There isn’t much to pack up. Just the same, I will probably have to
hire a moving company to load the bulky, heavy items since I have no family men
to call on to help load and reload a U-Haul. A moving company will be expensive
… but it’s their job to lift and haul.
Dovetailing their schedule to match mine will
be the tricky part.
Today, and tomorrow, I will be dusting
surfaces and mopping floors, to get the house ‘showroom ready’ for the picture
taking session next week.
I admit I had a little cry this morning.
We had bought this house 3 years ago, with
such high hopes – looking towards a happy, relaxed retirement life together.
There was never a single moment of happiness
here.
The neighbors on both sides of us made sure
of that.
And a fallout with the nastiest neighbor
resulted in catapulting me from Wife to Widow; just 18 short months of living
here.
Though I will be glad to be shuck
of this place – packing up and moving
forward without the love of my life is a major undertaking.
It’s not such a life shaking experience as
adjusting to widowhood was.
It is an adjustment, just the same.
Hence the tears.
I believe this move will be a healing balm to
my wounded soul.
And I believe I will find some sort of
happiness, again.
Just the same, this move will be different
than all the other moves.
There is no Husband to consider.
There are no children to consider.
There are no grandchildren to consider.
No one will be moving forward with me.
Family members won't be visiting.
The new house will not come to vibrate with
the thumping of running feet, or the belly laughter of overnighting grandchildren.
Moving further along into my new life’s story
… the new home will only shelter me.
It is a mental adjustment with which I will
be gauging my new home.
I’ve never been down this path, solo, before.
It’s exciting.
It’s scary.
It’s liberating.
It’s bittersweet in all its emotional yo-yoing.
I don’t know yet where Elohim has planned for
me to relocate and settle in for the next chapters of my new life.
I want out of Longview.
I am hoping for Graysriver or Naselle … but I am not limiting
myself to those areas of preference. Finding a home there is not easy.
Homes for sale there are as rare as finding hen’s teeth; and when they are
available, people already in that area that have had their eye on them, snap
them up as soon as they are posted, either on the wind, or by a family member
realtor. Everyone is related to everyone there: and they like to keep
the houses in the family – one way, or the other.
So, with that is mind, all open
country between here and there is open for speculation and browsing: Graysriver, Rosburg, Naselle, Menlo, Pe Ell, Winlock &
Vader.
My thoughts concerning Vader are on the fence.
I really want to get further away than Vader … and most houses for sale
there have been horribly ‘remodeled’ by self-labeled ‘carpenters’; those
houses for sale there, really need a total overhaul by someone who has the
$$$$$ and knowledge of real carpenter skills – like Bob. But Bob is no
longer available. And I do not want to rebuild a house from the foundation,
upward, at the material costs the demonrat covid-obsessed-debacle has foisted
on contractors/buyers.
I don’t mind manageable move in costs – like a
new roof, or new flooring; but I can’t afford to correct a clueless DIYr’s costly
mistakes.
I want an affordable home.
But I also want a home I will not
be ashamed of … or that will put me in the
Poor House with upgrades.
I am living on 1 paycheck now.
I do not have the backup resource monies that
were available before.
Any and all home have to be viewed with an “as
is” eye, now; because repairs, upgrades, and personal perks, will take a bit
longer to accomplish with one limited funds paycheck, than they were with the flexibility
enjoyed previously.
Getting this house ready to sell, I’m
juggling a lot of emotions right now.
‘Good Things Are Coming My Way’
song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEYcRsuUy-Y
If I didn’t know Elohim was “already on it,
Val”, I’d be a basketcase.
