I am no longer a homeowner. My house sold.  It was stressful with last minute drama, but it sold.  I am no longer a homeowner.  I will miss living there.  I loved how quiet it was and being that much in the mountains.  I loved the wildlife and the lake, the neighbors and being able to hike out my back door.  It was a peaceful house.  But, it’s time to do something else.  I have no idea what that is.  I cried a little over it twice, but didn’t really let the loss go completely because there is always someone nearby.  I’m surrounded by student and teacher housing.  I can hear every word people say, even though I don’t understand the words.  There is no sound privacy here.  My car is back in Colorado, but appears to have a lot of mileage put on it.  I keep getting speeding tickets.  I’ve asked to have a mechanic look at the car, but that hasn’t been done yet.  Hopefully it’s in good condition.  I’m not sure what happens next.  But, I guess if I come back at the end of the year, I’ll have a car to drive.

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