Back to the hood?
On the topic of God doing for me what I cannot do for myself, it looks as though the household will be going its separate ways when the lease expires in July. Yeah, it’s been fun, sort of. Well, not really. It was great hanging out down at Muddy’s at Church and Market, and hmmm… I have a motorcycle which I usually ride down to Muddy’s anyway. I could keep doing that no matter where I live. I come back here pretty much just to sleep and do laundry.
So basically I have no attachment to this place. As fabulous as it is, who cares? I don’t like tiptoeing around housemates, that’s for damn sure.
So what’s next? I’m talking to a mortgage broker about buying a house. That would be totally insane, but, well, totally sane. We’ll see if I can get into an equity-generating situation. That would rock. So who cares if I have even less money liquid than I do now? And it could be the sort of place that needs work, too. If plumbing and wiring become my new hobbies, well, that’s OK. And who cares what neighborhood it would be in if i can just head out on the bike?
If that doesn’t work out, I get to make some choices. I could stay at a similar level of cash outlay that I’m spending now and live in a nice 2BR in a good neighborhood. That sounds pretty good.
or—here’s where I scare my friends and family—I could go back to my old place. Yes, I got beat up there, sure. But I have a motorcycle now. So I could drive right in to the garage instead of being out on the streets after midnight. I talked to my old landlady tonight just to feel out the option. The old apartment has been totally refurbished and now has new floors that resemble hardwood. That actually sounds pretty good to me, but she said that she’d let me back in at the rate I was paying when I moved out. That means my monthly expenses would go down by over one thousand dollars.
One thousand dollars. Every month.
What could I do with a thousand dollars? Let me see… save it, pay off debts, travel more, buy that new bigger motorcycle I already want. It’s far from a perfect option, moving back to the Excelsior, but it’s not without it’s benefits.
Oh well, no decisions yet. I have time to explore my options. It’s nice to have options.