Lately I have a feeling that I am different. It’s almost like I’ve moved to new plane of existence. I’m not sure it’s a good thing though.
Maybe it is good. I guess it depends upon your point of view. Perhaps it is just the winter chill-out I usually experience each year but I feel no desire or need to be around other people. The desire for a friend has been the bane of my existence for many decades now and right now, it’s the last thing I want.
I feel satisfied to be alone with my plans and plots. So many fun things to do when you are not burdened by the demands of others. I get a holiday next Monday for MLK and I sure hope nobody tries to spoil it by sending me the dreaded question, “What are you doing on Monday?” Especially because what that question really means is, “Will you give up your holiday to fix some shit for me?” Thank you. No.
I really have no desire to be around people. They just have nothing at all to offer. In fact the more I look at them, the more disgusted I become. I’m not saying that I’m above them because I look at myself and the whole process of being human disgusts me just as much. It’s much better if you don’t think about it.
Anyway. I am home from work and in my Fortress of Solitude and I love it so much. I never want to leave the house again. It’s a beautiful feeling to be where you’re supposed to be and not be required to do anything for anyone or be something you don’t want to be. Thank you very much.
This blog entry brought to you by the word, “Much.” A word which the more you look at it, the funnier it gets.
I’ve been mulling the idea of buying the aforementioned house in the woods. I’ve been both ways and back and fourth on the issue many times. It’s still early and I plan to think on it more but here’s the brain-facts so far.
The price is good and I think I can get it even better. They list it for 99K but mention “Bring all offers.” I might try offering $75 due to it’s poor condition. I shouldn’t wait too long though because special things tend to disappear if you don’t act quickly. This seems special to me though not for everyone.
Assuming I sell my investment portfolio and buy it what would be the plan?
I wouldn’t move right away because that would mean quitting my well-paying job and losing my healthcare which I currently need. I’m hoping to see what becomes of TrumpCare before I know for sure. I would probably just hold on to it for 1-3 years before moving. That would give me time to fix it up a bit and make it habitable. Property taxes would cost me $2500 a year. I would have a place to visit and enjoy away from the city that is MINE! Once it is habitable, I could start looking for a new job in the area. Something always comes up eventually if you wait. There’s always something available for a special person like me.
Money spent on buying land or a house is never “lost”. Just transformed. If my retirement plan doesn’t go as expected, I can always sell it and get the money back plus more because it will be in better shape than when I bought it and property always goes up. Even during the recent depression you did not find any property cheap as you would have expected.
I don’t really see how I could lose on this deal. My investment portfolio wasn’t doing anything anyway. Even in an up economy over the last few years I ended up down at least 10K. That won’t happen with property. I still have plenty left in my retirement portfolio and other investments that are doing rather well. Even after all expenses, my net worth was up $36k last year.
I think I’ll think for a few more days and get more serious next week. I didn’t hear back from the realtor so I think I’ll find a different one who is more local to the area and see if I can meet him/her there for another look-see and get their impression on the deal.
Once the deal is done, There’s no rush to move or do anything. (After a new roof is installed to protect the remaining salvageable interior.) I can take my time and have a feeling that my dream is actually within reach. That would be a wonderful feeling indeed. Certainly worth the price. What do you think?
This weekend I hit the road to look at some houses and land in a small town. Something my broken heart yearns for. I had a number of potential candidates printed out so I spent the day on the road.
The first house I looked at was the best match with what I am looking for. It is a partially dilapidated, home-built, country house located on 6.8 wooded acres of land about 15 miles away from my small town of choice. I usually do my house shopping on my own first before contacting a realtor because I don’t want to waste his/her time with my window shopping.
Looking into an open window showed that the house was empty and surprisingly did not smell exceptionally horrible as I expected. A little pet urine but nothing really nasty. The front door was locked and had a sticker on it with words about tress-passers being shot. A little scary but there was nobody there. I walked around the outside to the back where I found a large step past a missing deck to the back screened patio door which was not so much a door as a piece of highly worn plywood. The screened porch area contained a nasty washer and dryer. I was surprised to find the back door not locked and hanging open. “Come on in.” it said.
The house is only 1000 square feet consisting of a large living room, good sized kitchen, big enough bathroom and a good sized bedroom with a strange office/2nd bedroom just of the first bedroom. I would use it as an office.
The metal roof has been leaking in a few places and the ceiling had collapsed. Not too bad though. The structure looks good and a new roof and drywall work will fix it right up. The floor is a mess. A hodgepodge of mixed media from nasty carpet to bare sub-floor. Not a big deal. I can do flooring. The hot water heater seems to have sprung a major leak at one time. It was located in a small box in the bedroom closet. Due to the leak, there is mold on the closet walls. I can fix that. The leak must have been large or went on for a while because some of the dirt under the house in that area had been eroded by the flow to about 6 inches deep. It doesn’t seem to have compromised the pier foundations. That’s good.
The bathroom was pretty messed up. A large but fancy tub was rigged with an electric on-demand water heater sitting on the sink plumbed through a gaping hole in the drywall. I guess the water heater was gone for a while, while people still lived there. They tried to make do but were obviously not plumbers. It looked bad but nothing I couldn’t fix. I would replace the tub with a walk in shower and replace the sink and toilet and put down new tile.
The kitchen was also a mess. The old cabinets would have to go. I would get rid of the bar and move the sink from the wall to look out the window. After a remodel it would make a nice sized kitchen that would suit me well. There was the 4 foot square hole in the ceiling where the leak was. Parts of the drywall was falling where the seams were. I would replace it all anyway.
The living room is not in bad shape. Replace the old carpet, remodel the fireplace wall a bit to remove some built in bookcases and paint would be sufficient. A large sliding glass door leading out to the missing deck would be replaced with a nice french door and a new deck and stairs.
I was a little surprised to see that there was no air conditioning or heating system in the house. I don’t know how anyone can live like that. I would put in two high efficiency Mitsubishi split heat pump systems. One in the living room and one in the bedroom.
The exterior is not high quality but in decent shape. I would probably replace it with cement board siding anyway.
The house is set back maybe around 100 feet from the road and completely not visible from the outside except to passers by the driveway entrance. The driveway leads through the brush offering nice privacy so I can run around naked at all times. The tall pine trees are alien to me and were scary. I like them though. It’s one of the things I like about the area.
I braved a walk through the brush and fallen trees toward the back of the property which is the largest area. About halfway I found a seasonal stream that would run when it rains. On the other side, more forest. I didn’t go any further. Satellite images show that it is rather thick. If I cleared out the underbrush in the middle it would be pretty cool. I would build a bridge over the stream.
Back at the house I found a outdoor shower and a decent sided shed that would make a good workshop and tool storage building. I might put in a larger one. An old MG convertible car sat low on the ground. I wonder if that is included. It is probably not easily revive-able but I might give it a shot.
The place needs a LOT of work but it is actually around 80% what I am looking for. The other land and houses I’ve looked at over the last few years have been in the 5% or less range so 80% might be a keeper. I like the fact that it needs remodeling because that will give me something fun to do.
Now I have to decide whether I am man enough change my life like I want to. I could easily move and take a year or two off to remodel then look for a job in the town. Maybe I could get into something completely different than computers like house inspecting or real estate. I wonder what is involved in getting started in that? It would be nice to work on my own schedule for my remaining years.
I would only be 1.5 hours away from my mom so I would not feel so bad about leaving her like I would if I moved to Colorado. Technically, this plan is a go. Mentally…not sure yet. I’m sleeping on the idea for a while before I do anything rash.
The asking price is $99,000. More than I think it is worth in that condition but I might try to see if they will accept $75,000. If they sell for 75-80 I would feel OK with the deal. I have 89K in my extra money investment portfolio so I could pay cash for the house and skip the mortgage.
I could sell my current house for $140K or rent it out for a few years and make $1100 a month off of it. Sell later. Maybe. It would be nice to have the income if I wasn’t working. It would at least pay my Obamacare bill plus more.
I wrote to the realtor on the sign but he hasn’t responded. If I don’t hear from him in a few days, I’ll try a different realtor. He isn’t even local to the town for some reason. I would rather deal with a local anyway.
I’m taking it slowly. In the shape that it is in, I don’t think there will be too many buyers right away. It has been on the market for around 160 days as is. Maybe that will help me get a good price.
The more I think about it, the more I like the whole idea. We’ll see.
Is it just me or is it really hard to think straight these days?
I don’t know about you but it has been a lot of years since I’ve been able to focus my brain on a single thought and follow it to a satisfactory end. I wonder if it is the fluoride in the water or maybe the way the constant bombardment of media has trained our brain to take existence in tiny chunks then move on to the next thing.
There are so many thoughts that just stay unfinished in my brain. I think it may have something to do with the lack of data. Each thought usually ends up at a brick wall because I just don’t have the information needed to get to the conclusion. I feel like I’m stuck in a tangled city of dead end streets and my GPS is busted.
What I need is some time. Just some time to dedicate to finding that lost data in a one-at-a-time manner. If time would just slow down and give me a chance to work on it. The clock is spinning so fast that the hands are blurred except when I’m at work where they don’t seem to move at all. Once 5:00 hits, the hands jump like horses out of the starting gate. And the race is on!
Something is wrong and somebody needs to fix it. Help us Donald Trump! You’re our only hope. This is not right.
I know its only temporary but it would be so nice to have someone to talk to. I’m sitting here alone at work waiting for time to pass. I can’t concentrate on reading my book or doing anything. I keep typing the words “Help me” into Google hoping that a miracle will happen.
Why is it so difficult to find people? Where are they?
I just need to get home and get away from the world. Some TV and Sleep is often the best medicine for depression. There has to be a better way.
I’ve spent 40 some odd years being lonely and no matter how hard I try to get used to it, I just can’t let it go.
I wrote a nice Craigslist ad to see if I can find myself a good female friend. I wrote a long description of myself, the things I like and what I am looking for.
I’m pretty sure that even if I post it, it is unlikely that I will get any realistic response here in San Antonio. The people here just aren’t the right kind of people for me. Either way, part of me wants to try but the other part says, “Don’t do it, Dumbass!”
First of all, All I want is a friend. I’m not looking for a romantic situation. A little sex, yes, but not love or marriage. That’s not for me.
Second of all, I want to leave San Antonio eventually. Maybe soon even. Maybe never. I don’t know what the hell to plan for. It’s kind of a limbo situation until my mom passes away which could be soon or over 10 years from now. What am I supposed to do?
Logic tells me to try because having someone to make the world better could just change everything. It also tells me that dabbling in social interaction never turns out in a good way. I’ve always been sorry for trying.
I’m rather fond of being by myself. Mostly because being around people who don’t share my interests hurts more than dental work. ;
My ad is pretty specific about certain things that are sure to weed out commoners right away. That might be helpful in minimizing the pain of the attempt.
So right now I’m leaning toward giving it a shot. My plan is to post it near the beginning of January to start the year off. If I get no response then nothing lost nothing gained. If I get a good response then I guess I’ll deal with it as things happen.
Back when I was a kid, when the world was perfect, getting together with others was far less difficult. We would walk barefoot over to our friends houses and ask if they could play. I don’t know if it is a just a change in our age or a change of the age we live in but you can’t seem do that anymore for some reason.
Nowadays, it seems, you have to make an appointment with others weeks in advance. Nobody is available to have any spontaneous fun anymore. If you ask someone to do something they always have a reason or excuse not to. It makes me wonder whether they really have an excuse or just plain don’t want my company. The latter is hard to believe because I’m such an awesome guy.
People are possibly struggling against the speeding up of time and trying to take care of their business in days that become shorter and shorter each year.
I don’t know. I have nothing to do that is so important that I can’t spend time with good friends. You have to have priorities. Please feel free to come barefoot to my door anytime and ask if I can come out and play. No appointment necessary.