The previous person that was interested in renting my place backed out. Today, I got an offer for rental of the house for 2 years at a monthly rent that will not cover my mortgage.  Is this progress?  So frustrated.  I dropped the price of the house.  Let’s see if that works.

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Ok this is scary.  I’m putting my passport in an envelope and entrusting it to the USPS.  I’m sending it off to the Royal Thai Consulate in Portland Oregon to request my Non Immigrant B Visa.  Apparently other Thai Consulates in the US don’t like to give out visas and deny most of them for little to no reason.  I think I’m not going to Antarctica.

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My half-sister, Carly came over to help me pack today.  It was nice to spend time with her.  I posted on facebook that I needed help packing.  She responded yes and my friend CJ responded that she couldn’t, but wished she could.  My other friend Cynthia came over when I first put the house on the market and helped.  I find it interesting that if I put up a negative post, a lot of people comment.  If I put up a picture of a fox in my yard, it gets hundreds of ‘likes’.  If I ask for help, I get 3 responses.  What does this say about me, my friends, facebook?  I blame facebook.

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I might have a renter for the house.  I’m waiting to hear for sure.  Panic, no excitement, no panic.  Dread over the things that have to be done (pack up, move, find a new place to live, change my address, blah blah, blah).  Oh, more panic.  Wait… Yay!  It’s happening.  Well, something’s happening.

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The Wall of Impending Death

There is a wall between my road and the road below it that got damaged in the 2013 flood.  The County replaced the wall and then the new wall fell over.  They just started work on the new new wall last week.  It is a bit of a hassle as they are both one lane roads and you have to wait if you want to go out or come home.  But, I don’t have to hike home, so that’s good.  Yesterday as I was driving home, 3 of my neighbors were standing at the wall discussing the progress of construction.  I stopped to talk to them.  They were discussing their outrage that the wall was done and not high enough and our road would be left not wide enough for anything other than a small car.  This means we won’t be able to get deliveries and worse yet, we won’t be able to get propane.  And after the first snow someone is sure to slip and drive off the wall.  As an engineer, I don’t see how they can leave the road the way it is now, so I just shook my head and drove home.  They are doing the doomsday thing and creating drama for no reason except something to do.  Later I think “Well, the County has done some strange things in the past……”.  Damn you doomsdayers, the seed of doubt was planted.  I woke up at 5:00am with the most hopeless mood ever.  The road will be left as is and sooner or later I’ll run out of propane and freeze to death.  I won’t be able to rent or sell my house if it is uninhabitable.  I won’t be able to move my furniture out of the house even if I can trick someone into buying an uninhabitable house.  I will have to stay here because I won’t be able to afford to leave.  Then I will slowly and painfully run out of money and starve to death if I don’t freeze to death first.  Maybe I’ll be the first to slide off the road and die that way instead of starving or freezing to death.  Good Morning.  Well, I might as well get out of bed and get back to not making decisions or doing anything useful.

 

Later in the morning I got ahold of the County Engineer and he confirmed that they were just rumors and the wall would be taller and our road would be back to 12’ wide.  Ok, I guess I’ll chose to live then.  It’s amazing how one potential future (not even a logical one) could create so much stress.  My body was reacting as if it was happening and it wasn’t.   A part of me knew this the whole time, but I still couldn’t stop my body from reacting.  I can’t ‘do’ True Nature.  I can’t ‘do’ trusting life.  I can suck it up, put on a brave face, smile, think positive thoughts and call it accepting life and going with the flow.  But that’s a lie.  That’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.  I’ve been trying to do acceptance and it’s not something you can do.  All this uncertainty in my life right now is so uncomfortable.  I want to do something to be less uncomfortable.  I want to bend life’s plan to be the way I want.  I want to force the decisions to happen faster.  The reality is there is nothing I can do, but sit here and experience the discomfort.

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I got home late last night and was so delighted to be home alone in my very quiet house.  This morning I got up and felt overwhelmed with everything that still has to be done to leave and I felt totally and completely alone, lonely.  How can alone be wonderful last night and feel devastating today?  I’ve been single for 11 years and it’s not what I want, yet, now I feel like I am actively choosing it.  I cried a lot today.  Some of it was my friend’s stuff that I was carrying after visiting them.  Some of it is because I just feel beat up with all the last minute Antarctica stuff.  I have lost the ability to make decisions.  I can’t pack or research because I don’t know where I’m going.  I don’t know if I am selling or renting my house.  I am stuck.  I had so much trouble working today or doing anything for that matter.  Because one major decision can’t be made, my ability to make any decision is lost.  This is very uncomfortable.

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I got home and my realtor was supposed to have had movers pack up a bunch of my stuff and move it into storage and have the house on the market.  None of this was done.  This is the only reason I decided to hire this realtor.  She told me it would be no problem and then she did nothing while I was gone.  Now I have to find the movers and the cleaners and do it quickly because a lot of time has been lost already.  I want to fire my realtor, but I just don’t have time to do that and find a new one.  I’m exhausted and sick and don’t need this now.

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I am all packed for Burning Man except food which I’ll pack last.  I packed pretty easily – If I didn’t already have it (except for new goggles), I didn’t need it.  I had one pair of shorts that needed a top.  Katie made a suggestion of something I could make and I told her that making costumes did not fit with my Easy Man plan.  An old T-Shirt, a pair of scissors, some ribbon, and 10 minutes later Katie had made me a shirt.  Thanks Easy Man and Katie!

I stayed up super late though taking pictures for the realtor of everything that could be packed and moved to storage while I’m gone.  Exhausted.

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