It’s not that I’ve gotten any more secure, in fact the opposite. Life has been crazy since we sold our house, moved into a tiny rental, and started house hunting. We were moving, then we weren’t moving, then we were. Then not. Three houses went down the tubes due to strange events. One: the builder didn’t like the bamboo flooring I picked and gave us our earnest money back. Two: an older house the owner thought had new copper wiring didn’t have it, and the Veterans Administration won’t give a loan for a house with old alumininum wiring. Three: The builder split a large old lot into two halves, built a house on each half, and we couldn’t buy the second one because both pieces of land accidentally got deeded to the people who bought the first house.
Doom and gloom. Should we give up or keep house-hunting? (Should I give up writing or keep at it?) We hunted again. We found house # four–in another city. When we got notice we couldn’t close on this one, I fully expected to have to keep renting. But this time the paperwork glitch was solved via a new survey. So this time we’re really moving!
Yes! We are finally moving. In spite of four bad months in this tiny rental house where I’ve had a recurring infection almost the whole time. In spite of my cat going missing on 20 Jan and me spending countless hours searching and posting flyers. I posted flyers in the neighborhood, at laundromats, and on phone poles because grocery stores no longer have public bulletin boards. I gave flyers to churches, restaurants with delivery drivers, UPS, Fedex, USPS, Gulf Power, Okaloosa Gas, and Waste Management. I posted on CraigsList. I check the Panhandle Animals Welfare Society (PAWS) and Save our Cats and Kittens (SOCKS) every few days.
We’re still planning to move in spite of a Gulf Power technician telling me that most lost cats are found within 2-4 blocks of where they were last seen. As you might guess, I became more than a little reluctant to move in case Furball showed up after we were gone. It was a real emotional battle, wanting to stay for Furball while wanting to move to have a decent place to live and work. Have you ever experienced that kind of setback? It was a tug of war with life and writing. How do you get out?
Often, time and events move me forward. If that sounds like a call for patience, you might be right. Or it might be more of a call to pick your battles. Read on and decide for yourself.
On 28 Jan, I received a call from a guy who swore and threatened to kill my cat. It was from a restricted number, and the police said they couldn’t do anything without 2 more calls. They said the same thing even after I found out the restricted phone number, texted the guy, and got him to admit calling. He said it was a joke. I gave him a chance to apologize and he didn’t, but he didn’t call again. Then Saturday, Feb 1, we lost our phone, internet, and TV for two days so I couldn’t arrange utilities transfers, etc. for the move. On Monday, the Cox Cable tech told me our cable hadn’t deteriorated. It was cut — inside the box, almost at the roof.
Coincidence? I think not. Ours was the only cut cable.
Now I’m ready to move. ASAP. Also ready to write. At least, I’m writing this, right?
We’re supposed to close the sale on our new house Thursday. Right now I’m packing, so I wrote most of this post last week after we got confirmation that all paperwork was ready to buy our permanent hope. Oh, typo. Hope and home. So close, I’m not going to correct myself. Even though I don’t have high hopes, I have enough to move forward. Events took care of my reluctance. Maybe time and/or events will move you forward too.
Keep in mind that I might not have internet if the cable gets cut again. Even if it doesn’t, I won’t have time yet to respond to comments. So please be patient and I’ll get back to you after we move and after Cox Cable gets to me–also, after I find and unpack my laptop and router.