My Own Pennies

Getting the email that revealed I was not earning as much from one particular client as I thought I was going to earn in the next two months was disheartening, at first. Then I had this bright independent thought. Next Monday, after my morning shift, I will go to my office and start marketing new classes, new services and helpful words. When I get paid for those, all of my pennies will be going to my own financial needs and goals.

It's a myth that renting is this great service. Rare is the landlord that actually wants to keep their property up for someone else. You are there to pay their mortgage. You are their free meal ticket. In the end, you live with insecure housing that is kept at it's lowest level of maintenance.

So yes, this month the jars of peanut butter and cans of tuna I eat will seem sparse. But the pennies I earn will be going towards MY financial solvency. Anything I spend will be going towards moving me forward, not some landlord that spends their days not working or trying to put as little as possible into their house, or a property manager that could care less and is just looking to collect their ten percent. That energy flowing towards me and my circumstances will far outweigh the ability to stretch out in a bed. At least, that's what I think right now.:)

The end of the first day

A little bit of panic, no - just concern- crept it as I worked by myself. People have moved me too many times to want to do it again. A friend is coming tomorrow for an hour and a half to help me pack up the kitchen and that will be big help.

Then halfway through the day a Father/son duo showed up and took my bureau I was bequeathed by Doris ages ago and they also wanted the skinny dvd/cd shelves and then on the way out the son asked if he could have my old computer. "The hard drive has been removed I told him". "That's ok", he responded."i just like to ( what di he say? Tinker? Mess with? Explore?). Anyway...he took it. The Father turned to me and hollered up, having slammed the tailgate shut. "Feel lighter?".  The big smile  on my face said it all, but I hollered out "Yes!".

My other concern has been being cautious with my back. It is frustrating to pack one single box and then have to rest for up to an hour and a half. But slowly and surely it's all getting done.
I put thoughts of the deadline for exiting the house out of my brain. Instead I do the math and evaluate each category to be packed in terms of packing and recovery minutes.

The rediculous washing machine that has been the source of all the trouble is is spinning one of the last loads. I will not miss wearing half dry clothes, make that half wet. I know. I need to explain what I mean about the washer/dryer. Next time. Now, some sleep.

The first entry of The Grand Plan...

Since I just publicly declared to blog my journey to homeownership in this space, I'll enter a little something to get started.

Today I am packing up the pieces of my life and putting them in various places so I can embark on what I am calling "The Grand Adventure". After so many failed housing attempts with lousy landlords it leaves my housing head spinning, and having been blackballed for being a whistleblower for clergy sexual misconduct in several situations  and drug and alcohol abuse in my little community, I have decided to switch the priorities in my life and sleep in my car until I can afford to buy my own home.

Theoretically this should spell failure. I'm officially a senior citizen, severely disabled in my ability to walk and move, oh... and I'm a woman. But this is America. Supposedly I can start with nothing and accomplish whatever I like.

I have wasted over three hundred thousand dollars in rent, been unable to complete the writing and musical projects I want to finish and... I have an enormous amount of faith, my education, some street smarts, good business sense, a down comforter, an enormous capacity to "do tough", and a sense of adventure and humour.

More later. Back to packing. Looking forward to you joining me on this journey.