Saturday, July 9, 2016

On the Move Again

So Life is.....life.

One day at a time.

Rick is "promoted" but still doesn't have 40 hrs a week.

My business is growing, but is still at an infant stage, while I teach Zumba and Yoga and open the ladies' gym a few days a week.

I worry about Nathaniel.  He has gone back to school, still working 2 jobs and has moved in with a different friend.  Still not a optimal environment for positive life planning, but he is doing the best he can.  I have offered the sofa here to him, but he explained "once you are out, it is hard to give up that freedom."  I get it.  We ARE Mom and Dad and we will always have "rules".

Whenever I get melancholy now, I just reach for Rick's hand and say "I like my life with you. I like it here. We'll be ok."

And so it went for 18 months.

The first of June we came home to a note on the door from the owners of the rental we are in.  Apologetically they gave us 60 days to move. Rick's sister and her husband (the owner's son) have hit another rough patch in their relationship and I assume they need the house for him. 

AND THAT'S OK :-)

Hey, I can totally respect that!  These people have been nothing but fantastic to us and really helped out in our darkest hour.  I would do the EXACT same thing for my kids! MY FAMILY COMES FIRST TOO :-)  They told us they would give us an excellent reference and for that I am truly grateful...because we'll need it....we are right back to Square One .

3x's the rent as income....you can't rent ANYTHING around here for under $1800 per month....

We can buy another house with Rick's VA Loan...but we aren't sure we want to stay here once Izzy graduates next year....

...but a mortgage is a helluva lot cheaper than paying a very high rent on a crappy property...

Sooooooo......here we are.  We've had absolutely no luck finding a place.  Either they have already been rented, we don't make enough to qualify, or they don't allow pets.  Scrapper died shortly before the foreclosure.  Snickers is part of the family, old and is non-negotiable.

I told Rick to buy a camper or a van...we'll live at the beach and everyone can kiss my ass....LOL....I was serious.  But I have Izzy to think about....

One more year, and I swear, my life will look like a Pacifico commercial.  Living at the beach, braiding hair, and teaching Yoga.  Paso Robles can continue to kill oak trees for wine, pretentiously price gouge locals in the name of tourism, etc. but I'll have no part of it...mostly because it will have no part of me. The past 18 months have proven that.

My situation does not define me.
What you think of me does not define me.
The car I drive does not define me.
Just because others say I am not "qualified" does not disqualify me.

If for some reason we cannot find a place before July 28th our family, once again, will be disjointed for awhile.  Izzy and I will head up to my sister's house up north (I can work from ANYWHERE with Beachbody). Rick will stay here and continue to work and save and look for a place. He has family here. Hopefully they can put him up for a couple of weeks (it is easier for one to sofa surf.). I will get a long term sub for my Zumba classes and hope I won't be gone for long.  I have already given notice at my Yoga classes.


I am building my New American Dream.







1 comment:

  1. And I am praying deep for you woman! Lets get to work and prove to ourselves that our new American Dream is very much alive! I love you and Im so thankful for all you have taught me..what really matters in life.

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