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Good Advice
July 19, 2005 | Category: In My Life
Fredette asked me an important question a few weeks ago: What do I want?
She assumed I knew the answer.
I don't.
You see, I am a practical person. My wants do not have wings. They are bounded by the possible, the probable, the here and the nearby.
I love this house.
It is the house in which my son has tracked his growth, in which my husband found recovery, in which dreams were made and arguments settled.
In every inch, there is a vision of how we meant it to be. The kitchen with such and so cabinets. A second bathroom here. New crown moulding there. The chandelier would be stained glass...
But all those visions were feuled by assumptions. That I would be a stay-at-home mom, doing and supervising the work. That we wouldn't be in debt before we began. And once I went back to work, then the vision changed - then it would be CD, stay-at-home dad and student, doing so much of the work by hand.
I have scraps from catalogs, furniture and wall colors. He has plans and CADs.
And everywhere you look, the visions fade into reality: chaos.
Except for 2 rooms - Bear's bedroom and the Living Room (designated sactuaries) - the house scares me. Paths carved out of piles through rooms. Furniture pushed together, clutter in bins, toys and tools lumped together in baskets, and paper, paper, paper everywhere your eye travels.
To misquote Jack Nicholson's Penguin - This house needs an enema.
And I just don't know that there is a practical goal from here. My doctor and my counselor have both told me in clear precise English that my life is hurting me. And my son, oh how he needs me to be here and healthy for him.
I am not asking to run away from my problems. I'm not planning to run off and live in a hotel (although, I have this fantasy...)
But if we sell this house as-is, then we lose the possibility of it. This is practical dollars. If we bought it for $10, and put $5 into it, and then sell it for $15 then no, strictly speaking, it is not a loss. But it doesn't get us very far.
However, if I can hang tough and put another $5 into it (and the sweat and time) - then we could sell it for $25.
But the speed at which things go with CD working and commuting and the amount we can afford to spend on things in any given week - that last bit could take up to another year or more.
And I don't know if I have another year to give to this house.
So... a house in the country? a house downtown? or stay around here with a bigger house? Take the possible position in London and move overseas for a couple of years? Or stick it out in the house, even if it takes all the medication in the pharmacy? Come up with a halfway plan? Call 'Designed to Sell'?
I have to figure this out.
*sigh*
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