Hrm.

[cabbitzilla]

So here's the deal:

• A mobile home in the same community my mom lives in has gone up for sale. Earlier fears that someone had gotten to it first proved to be wrong.


• The community requires a background check. This is in progress presently; I expect to hear back Monday or Tuesday with an all clear. I've nothing to hide anymore, after all.


• Once that's done, I'll get final specs (construction specs) on the trailer so that I can get the required homeowners insurance. Geico apparently offers it; it could be added to my existing automotive policy.


• The next step in things is going to the bank with mom. There're bonds to be cashed that're the core of the monies to pay for the trailer. No financing, outright purchase.


• Then the lease gets signed.


• And then... then the REAL fun starts: Moving.

Now... the reasoning behind all this is a bit grim in spots. While the hope is that the pending doc visit will actually improve my health, there remains the possibility that it will decline further or simply stay at the level it's at. This proposed move covers all the bases in one shot, you see. If I can continue working, as I hope to, then I can carpool the majority of the time with Crystal and save wear and tear on the Explorer. If things worsen, there's still a silver lining: I can afford to live without the work check.

I want to continue working. On the whole, I genuinely like my job. Granted, there are moments when I want to strangle Every Last Living Soul There (well, with an exception), but given my personality I think it's pretty good that those moments aren't the entirety of existence. Irritable? Me? Naaaaah. Never happen. I'm the very embodiment of gentle compassion. I promise.

So... if anyone's been wondering why I've been a bit more erratic than normal, this would be why. I'm not looking forward to again begging friends to help me move. Between my books, my computer gear and my doll collection, it's going to be yet another chaotic jumble of boxes.

At any rate, it's time to put the cabbit to bed. She rambles a bit when it gets this late.

Comments

[invader-tak-1.livejournal.com]

I get to start moving this month. First time in 15 years...... I know how you feel.....

[ginkage.livejournal.com]

You give me a ring and I'll try like hell to be there to help you, love.

Even if I have to tell work to go jump off a cliff, I'll get there.

[nefariousgrey.livejournal.com]

Speaking as someone also on the verge of moving, I feel your pain. So many books.

I hope the doc's visit is fruitful.

[elisabeth.livejournal.com]

So many books. Yeah. That reminds me, I need to see if I can unload the encyclopedia set that Megan stuck me with.

I hope the doc visit goes properly as well. There's a sizable pile of circumstantial evidence that points to a failing thyroid (brittle nails, no energy, concentration issues, disrupted sleep patterns, unusual weight gain, etc.)... which SHOULD be controllable with the right med(s). There's a catch to this... doctors and needles terrify me. :/

I've got some local moral support lined up to go with me on the 29th... more to make sure I don't chicken out than anything else. It's something that needs to be done.

*hugs* 'm sorry you're having to move too, love. Moving sucks rocks. :(

[sapphire-d.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm keeping a cabbit in my thoughts.. :) I'd help you move, or at least work on the convincing of having others help you do it.

As far as moving into a trailer - if you don't get any love from Geico, I know that State Farm does it, and it saved me about $20 a month on my insurance (my home's a trailer, they had to lay a foundation down to get past FHA)