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Wow, is it time for a new post, or what? The last one was over four months ago. But I digress. It's been a long, cold, lonely winter...
But the sun and hope are coming!
It's no secret I'd rather live north of the Mason-Dixon line. Husband is okay wherever. I know, that's hard to believe, but it's the truth. As long as he can play bridge at minimum inconvenience to him, and as long as moving doesn't bankrupt us, he's okay anyplace I am happy. I'm lucky that way.
Decisions have been made. Now we are one step closer, once we both get C-19 vaccinations and boosters.
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(Something I sent to someone about me:)
"Permit me a brief reminiscence: We lost a lot when 2008 happened. The company where my husband worked for 30 years went bankrupt (it was coincidental--he wasn't in the financial industry, but in very obscure and mathy tech), our retirement funds shat themselves, and we were living in a high tax state with NO chance of selling our modest home in a neighborhood chock-full of foreclosures. And no income except my husband's unemployment. He was 63 with a PhD from MIT and couldn't even get hired as a greeter at Walmart. I was 57 and later (finally) worked part time at the age of 64 in a field related to my old techy one, for three and a half years. Thank God.
2. We'll sell the house.
3. We'll move to an apartment somewhere in Massachusetts.
4. We'll buy Massachusetts real estate we can afford (no idea what that might be).
"I know financial pain. We nearly lost it all. I spent a good seven-plus years absolutely terrified, not sleeping, shopping at Aldi, and eating a lot of beans (or not eating--it wasn't fun). But we finally sold the G-D house (after learning how to fix it up so we could sell it--it was hard work) and moved someplace cheaper to lick our wounds. I don't like Kentucky, but it's better than a cardboard box in the Northeastern US in winter. That's the truth.
"Nov. 2008 I got pissed off--anger has always motivated me positively--and I taught myself how to day trade. I didn't make a lot of money at it, but, damn, I felt that I was giving them all the big middle finger. And I had a great time! It also gave me hope. At the last, I didn't lose money, and I only made a small amount of profit. I let it all go. I'd proven something (to myself) and what I did was better than sitting around moping. It gave me back my strength.
"I wish everyone the thrilling experience the of beating the big guys. Because the game is indeed rigged. There is no f'n doubt. I work as I can to change the system these days."
So--what now?
This is what I think will happen sometime in 2021. As COVID-19 and the whole vaccination mishegoss continues to F us all over (but YMMV):
1. We'll get vaccinated.
2. We'll sell the house.
3. We'll move to an apartment somewhere in Massachusetts.
4. We'll buy Massachusetts real estate we can afford (no idea what that might be).
I feel so free today.
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