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So.
I've had an offer on the house.
WAH! :-D
It's for less than I wanted -- $148,500 (rather than the $151K I was hoping for), but it's still an offer, and it would still let me and Paul each walk away with just shy of thirteen thousand each, and that is good enough for me if it means unloading this house as quickly as possible.
The closing date is September 15th.
Which is kind of unfortunate, as it means I'll be paying half a month of condo-fees, hydro bills, etc., on the house while *also* paying first-and-last on the appartment (where-ever it turns out to be).
Alas, it looks like I'll be doing the cash-advance thing with the credit card (for a month -- then the house-sale funds will come in and I can pay the whole damn thing off again -- which will be GOOD).
That said, it does mean that I'll have two weeks to move in at a more leasurely pace -- provided I can find people who are willing to swing by my house in a car, and take me and a load of boxes over to my apartment. (There may be paint involved in this -- I'll have to find out if that's okay).
The CATCH: The buyer's mortgage has yet to be approved. :-P (Stupid people, house-shopping with no clue what the budget will be... Eugh...)
That said, hopefully it will be approved easily and with no trouble, and I will be able to pack like a Mad Thing so that everything (or close to it) is ready to go by the first of September. That will make things easier, certainly.
Anyway, that's my big news.
Randomly: I'd like to check out Miri Ben-Ari's work. She does classical violin, but it's also hip-hop/jazz/soul music. I am curious. (Eventually I will have at-home internet access again, and can check her out at my leisure. This will be good).
Anyway, send me good house-selling and appartment-finding vibes, please, as I need all the help I can get. :-)
In other news: The gals at work had a baby-shower today (one of them is leaving on mat-leave at the end of the month, so there were many, many onesies and tiny pairs of socks being passed around the table today. She was a bit confused by my gift of pasta and a jar of sauce -- until someone else explained that, this way, she'd have one meal she didn't have to think about after the baby came -- thank goodness *somebody* got it...)
Anyway. While at lunch (this was at St. Hubert -- How did a chicken-shack end up named after a saint, anyway? Was it the name of the founder, or what?) I was hit by... an epiphanette (not quite so huge as an epiphanie, but a bit of a shock to me, none the less). It was this:
( Epiphanette )
In still other news: I wound up crying (briefly) in the bathroom at work today.
It's because of the house-sale, I'm pretty sure.
I mean, yes, yay for having an offer on the house (and I do mean YAY!), but ACK because it's not a done deal -- the buyer still needs to get her mortgage approved (ye gods... why the hell-on-earth would anyone go house-shopping without getting *that* out of the way, first???) -- and because, once it *is* a done deal (provided that everything goes through), I'm going to have about 1 month to Pack Everything Up and find The Perfect Apartment.
(Wishcraft seems to be working, so I think I'll be doing more of that).
But, beyond the impending chaos and temporary up-in-the-airness of it all, there's also the reality of, well, REALITY.
This is one step further away from Paul, from my "previous life", from what I thought was going to be my future, and what was supposed to be a happy, mutually-fulfilling, permanent arrangement.
<*sigh*>
I mean, there's no reason for me to love this man.
At least I can't think of any right off the top of my head, and that's been the case since, like, December, if not earlier.
And I know it's not good for me to be in a relationship with him (for far too many reasons, many of them having to do with me, but also to do with how his Issues and my Issues exacerbate each other), so you'd think I would be *happy* about this situation.
And the thing is, for the most part, I am.
Except that sometimes I'm not.
And I get overwhelmed with this sense of hopelessness. Like wondering "How on earth can I possibly make this better???", even though I know it's WAY too late for that now, has probably been Way Too Late for that for the better part of a year at this point.
Amanda says: You will weather this tsunami. You'll get through it. 'Cause you know how to swim.
I have to remember how to swim.
Have been working on more Selkie poetry (among other poems). I'm putting them in a separte post, this time.
I've had an offer on the house.
WAH! :-D
It's for less than I wanted -- $148,500 (rather than the $151K I was hoping for), but it's still an offer, and it would still let me and Paul each walk away with just shy of thirteen thousand each, and that is good enough for me if it means unloading this house as quickly as possible.
The closing date is September 15th.
Which is kind of unfortunate, as it means I'll be paying half a month of condo-fees, hydro bills, etc., on the house while *also* paying first-and-last on the appartment (where-ever it turns out to be).
Alas, it looks like I'll be doing the cash-advance thing with the credit card (for a month -- then the house-sale funds will come in and I can pay the whole damn thing off again -- which will be GOOD).
That said, it does mean that I'll have two weeks to move in at a more leasurely pace -- provided I can find people who are willing to swing by my house in a car, and take me and a load of boxes over to my apartment. (There may be paint involved in this -- I'll have to find out if that's okay).
The CATCH: The buyer's mortgage has yet to be approved. :-P (Stupid people, house-shopping with no clue what the budget will be... Eugh...)
That said, hopefully it will be approved easily and with no trouble, and I will be able to pack like a Mad Thing so that everything (or close to it) is ready to go by the first of September. That will make things easier, certainly.
Anyway, that's my big news.
Randomly: I'd like to check out Miri Ben-Ari's work. She does classical violin, but it's also hip-hop/jazz/soul music. I am curious. (Eventually I will have at-home internet access again, and can check her out at my leisure. This will be good).
Anyway, send me good house-selling and appartment-finding vibes, please, as I need all the help I can get. :-)
In other news: The gals at work had a baby-shower today (one of them is leaving on mat-leave at the end of the month, so there were many, many onesies and tiny pairs of socks being passed around the table today. She was a bit confused by my gift of pasta and a jar of sauce -- until someone else explained that, this way, she'd have one meal she didn't have to think about after the baby came -- thank goodness *somebody* got it...)
Anyway. While at lunch (this was at St. Hubert -- How did a chicken-shack end up named after a saint, anyway? Was it the name of the founder, or what?) I was hit by... an epiphanette (not quite so huge as an epiphanie, but a bit of a shock to me, none the less). It was this:
( Epiphanette )
In still other news: I wound up crying (briefly) in the bathroom at work today.
It's because of the house-sale, I'm pretty sure.
I mean, yes, yay for having an offer on the house (and I do mean YAY!), but ACK because it's not a done deal -- the buyer still needs to get her mortgage approved (ye gods... why the hell-on-earth would anyone go house-shopping without getting *that* out of the way, first???) -- and because, once it *is* a done deal (provided that everything goes through), I'm going to have about 1 month to Pack Everything Up and find The Perfect Apartment.
(Wishcraft seems to be working, so I think I'll be doing more of that).
But, beyond the impending chaos and temporary up-in-the-airness of it all, there's also the reality of, well, REALITY.
This is one step further away from Paul, from my "previous life", from what I thought was going to be my future, and what was supposed to be a happy, mutually-fulfilling, permanent arrangement.
<*sigh*>
I mean, there's no reason for me to love this man.
At least I can't think of any right off the top of my head, and that's been the case since, like, December, if not earlier.
And I know it's not good for me to be in a relationship with him (for far too many reasons, many of them having to do with me, but also to do with how his Issues and my Issues exacerbate each other), so you'd think I would be *happy* about this situation.
And the thing is, for the most part, I am.
Except that sometimes I'm not.
And I get overwhelmed with this sense of hopelessness. Like wondering "How on earth can I possibly make this better???", even though I know it's WAY too late for that now, has probably been Way Too Late for that for the better part of a year at this point.
Amanda says: You will weather this tsunami. You'll get through it. 'Cause you know how to swim.
I have to remember how to swim.
Have been working on more Selkie poetry (among other poems). I'm putting them in a separte post, this time.
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