Degrees of separation
Nov. 8th, 2011 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis is silly. I ought to be working; I need to be working. Instead I am sitting here feeling all lossy.
Nothing is certain, but preliminary reports on my house suggest that keeping it/doing it up/renting it out will be expensive and impractical, and far the better idea would be to sell it. Indeed, that may well be the only option.
It's always been a possibility, so this is really nothing new. It's just suddenly become much more real, and - well, I like my house. It's the only house I've ever owned, which is probably the root cause of the problem; I'm not good at getting rid of stuff, and this is big stuff, and my own. Even if I have been poor at taking care of it.
So, yeah. Sitting here waiting for the plumber, and feeling kinda gloomy and a little fretful. It'll pass. It would pass sooner if I could go for a walk in the sunshine, but plumber. I did just clean the cooker, but as it turns out, that is poor consolation. Who knew?
Nothing is certain, but preliminary reports on my house suggest that keeping it/doing it up/renting it out will be expensive and impractical, and far the better idea would be to sell it. Indeed, that may well be the only option.
It's always been a possibility, so this is really nothing new. It's just suddenly become much more real, and - well, I like my house. It's the only house I've ever owned, which is probably the root cause of the problem; I'm not good at getting rid of stuff, and this is big stuff, and my own. Even if I have been poor at taking care of it.
So, yeah. Sitting here waiting for the plumber, and feeling kinda gloomy and a little fretful. It'll pass. It would pass sooner if I could go for a walk in the sunshine, but plumber. I did just clean the cooker, but as it turns out, that is poor consolation. Who knew?