I’m in a tight spot. It’s not a bad situation yet, but I am anxious about it getting there. And of course, it could.
I’m having to take care of getting my house in order, before I sell it. I love my house, I’ve lived here for longer than I’ve lived anywhere else in my life, and I don’t want to leave it.
But it’s too big for me. And I can’t afford it.
I’m not destitute, not yet at least, but the house I’m in is for a family of four or five or even more. It’s big enough to store a canoe in the living room. I’m not sure where I’ll store my canoe when I move, but none of my friends who are living one or two to a domicile are keeping their canoes in doors. Of course, they’re not all dealing with ADHD, maybe keeping a canoe in the living room is an ADHD thing?
So I’m needing to get my stuff together. And more than that, I have to get my late wife’s stuff together. She had a small business in the basement and I just closed the door when she passed away in 2011. The stuff she sold wouldn’t lose its value with time, but now it needs to be liquidated.
Add to that the very real fact that, on my own, I’m not the kind of risk the bank considers “good” ever since I threw caution to the wind and decided to be a writer.
Okay, I am also an unskilled contractor’s labourer. But if you’ve been following my story, you know that I hurt my back in early summer and have not been back to work since. I missed the season and now am facing a long cold winter.
How cold? This February … the mortgage is due to be renewed.
So I need to get the shop stock out of the basement, downsize the furniture and nick-nac inventory, get myself ready, sell up and move out, in three months.
This is one deadline for many different things. I have to talk to the bank and arrange some kind of understanding, should the house not sell promptly, I have to move out the stuff that has been piling up for almost thirty years, so prospective buyers will have a chance to see what they might be getting.
I also have to figure out why I have so much trouble throwing things out and then throw a whole bunch of things out. Then I have to figure out what stuff I could actually just sell and take it to an auction house.
And I have to do this all by February. Wish me luck, between the anxiety and the time constraints, I’m probably up a crick without a paddle. Oh, wait, I think I have a couple of paddles with the canoe.
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