I am looking for an affordable fixer upper up north where there is no C of O before you move in and the property taxes are super cheap.
Sadly, I don’t live nearby to even look in a window, it became available after many feet of snow had fallen in the area, it is a foreclosure so you have to make a sight unseen bid on it anyway. The realtor did state that it needed a new roof. I cannot afford to take a risk without at least having the house inspected as a contingency and you cannot make contingent offers in this situation so I had to pass on it. Boo, cause it was really close to most of my family up there.
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Going completely rogue on this one so I can keep it consistent with the first two parts of my “cereal killer” theme.
So, moving, to be or not to be whatever. I was picking up a few items at the local grocer this weekend and a woman walked past me that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She looked at me as well, but kept walking. A little while later we passed again and she said “You look familiar to me, then before I could think she said it was from the apartment complex where we were both filling out forms in the office. The minute she reminded me, it fell into place.
She asked me if I had heard back from them. I told her I hadn’t. She said that they were called a couple of weeks ago about a number of apartments that were available. I know they were higher on the waiting list than I was so didn’t sweat that part of it, but was concerned because it means they will be calling me very shortly as well. It may be tomorrow, maybe next month, but it will be soon. Again that inner hesitation and dread because I refuse to give in to what appears to be my fate.
I refuse to believe there is not going to be some help, or saving grace that will prevent my ultimate failure because, I reason to myself, none of this is my fault. Good thing that stops bad things from happening to good people (sarcasm). So I went out to lunch with some of my neighbors today and that prevented me from having to think about it for a while. Meantime I am slowly cleaning things up, getting ready for another yard sale. Even called one of my brothers to let his friend know he can pick a few things up soon.
All this shows that I’m at least starting to face up to the fact that life is change. I want good change because I’ve had enough shocks and bad news. Surprises are OK, because a surprise is always positive, like “Surprise Parties!” Like finding out I’ve won the lotto and not necessarily some huge amount, but just enough to pay off my home or at least the difference when I sell it. No bankruptcy then. I’m preparing myself for the good things to come in life so I won’t be too shocked when it happens.
I am planning on moving to Michigan’s upper peninsula once I find myself without my home. If I could “Flash” up there and see some of my family right now, I would. It takes a day to get there, driving non-stop and I really hesitate taking a private plane. Too scary and too expensive.
I miss everyone and can’t wait to see them. Another brother is supposed to be moving up there this month leaving less and less of the family here down south.