Make My Move...I'm Almost There!!!
marielcita
Aug 05, 2007
Hi, it’s been a while. I know I only spit these things out during what have become famously known amongst my friends as “economically efficient weekends.” Anyways, to update you fine people, my 2007 “sudden rush to the altar” wedding season is over (thank God), I’m now the proud owner of not one, but TWO beautiful tattoos that I got within a week of each other and that are still healing, I recently wrapped up the Harry Potter series, saw movie number five, took a wonderful and much needed visit back to the Durrrty, and now thanks to one more giant new musical obsession later, I now find myself reading about anitcorporate culture in America. Written by a Canadian no less.
Anyways, I’m in my usual depressing Sunday funk today, the same stupid funk that happens on all those Sundays where I don’t go out on the weekends, sleep too late, and then get bored and tend to overthink everything and freak out over nothing. My latest freak out is over my plans to move, which have been spurred into action recently by a meeting with our SVP at work, who said I’m free to move at the end of my lease in July ’08 and they’ll figure out how to get me set up down there.
Now logic says I should be thrilled by all this, however I began reading the infamous “Real Estate and Homebuying for Dummies” today and I started hyperventilating when I got to Chapter 2, that listed all of the costs involved. Mind you, this all occurred to me while I waited for an hour in a smelly used clothing store during tax free weekend trying to sell my entire closet from last year in order to make a little extra cash. I’m sitting there thinking, how in THE HELL am I going to find it in me over the next 12 months, to somehow come up with $10,000 to put towards a 20% down payment??? That doesn’t even factor in moving, insurance, and closing costs. My heart skipped a couple beats. And not in a good way. I walked away from there with $6 for only two items that still have the $50 price tags on them. I guess there’s always petsitting next weekend.
And as always, there is laundry to be folded. Away I go.
Anyways, I’m in my usual depressing Sunday funk today, the same stupid funk that happens on all those Sundays where I don’t go out on the weekends, sleep too late, and then get bored and tend to overthink everything and freak out over nothing. My latest freak out is over my plans to move, which have been spurred into action recently by a meeting with our SVP at work, who said I’m free to move at the end of my lease in July ’08 and they’ll figure out how to get me set up down there.
Now logic says I should be thrilled by all this, however I began reading the infamous “Real Estate and Homebuying for Dummies” today and I started hyperventilating when I got to Chapter 2, that listed all of the costs involved. Mind you, this all occurred to me while I waited for an hour in a smelly used clothing store during tax free weekend trying to sell my entire closet from last year in order to make a little extra cash. I’m sitting there thinking, how in THE HELL am I going to find it in me over the next 12 months, to somehow come up with $10,000 to put towards a 20% down payment??? That doesn’t even factor in moving, insurance, and closing costs. My heart skipped a couple beats. And not in a good way. I walked away from there with $6 for only two items that still have the $50 price tags on them. I guess there’s always petsitting next weekend.
And as always, there is laundry to be folded. Away I go.
