The epiphany

Know what I realized this morning? I don't like my house. Actually, the house is okay. But I made so many compromises when I bought it, that now I'm not really happy there. I got a better deal with a USDA loan, but it dictated where I could buy. So I ended up way out on west side of Nashville, where I know absolutely no-one. All of my friends, including the boy, live on the east side. Granted, the commute is much better than it would have been on the east side but it limits my social activities quite a bit.

I also wanted a place that was private enough that my cats could become outside animals again. I'm living in town. A town with more feral cats than sense. A town that seems to collect pit bulls. On a street that. . . well that brings me to the next point.

I HATE MY NEIGHBORS! Bunch of drug dealing derelicts, living off the government and my taxes. I don't know if any of them have jobs. The family across the street does. But they still live like bums. Umpteen cars, and never mow their lawn. I wanted enough land to where I didnt' see my neighbors.

I bought in town because my father kept talking about the dangers of living alone. Dangers? See above. I'm in more danger in my own yard from pit bulls & drug dealers. Biggest danger of living in the middle of nowhere? Mowing my own yard. Seriously. Its not like my neighbors would check on me.

Oh, and then there is the guy who mows my yard. Creepy, but cheap. I would rather mow my own very big yard. Get me a riding mower, a hat & a cool drink, and I would be in the zone.

What else? Oh, the kids seem to think that my yard is public property. I just want to fence the whole thing up.

So I have decided to not make any more major investments in the house. I'm going to fix a few things that have to be fixed, and maybe do a couple of cosmetic investments. Carpet, definitely. Maybe new countertops, just to update it. But I am going to start sticking money in an account just to cover closing costs on selling it. I don't care if I have to go back to renting for a while, after that. My next house will be what I want. By the time the real estate market comes back, I should be in good shape. I will have to tolerate the situation for a couple of years, I guess. But I can do that. Maybe. On the other hand, maybe I could start calling the codes department on some things on my street. :)