Friday, Feb. 16, 2007
It's Friday night. Odd, that used to be a favorite time of the week. Now it's merely "meh."
MC and I have been trying to figure out the whole packing process - ironic, given that pretty much everything we have is stacked in boxes, 2/3 of the way to the ceiling. That's not saying we've got a lot, though if you have to move it all, it's a LOT. The point now is figuring out what we'll need to be left out for easy access and what can be stored away. I don't know how long we'll have to leave it and what we've got now, I most definitely don't want to lose.
Curiosity got the best of me and I skimmed through properties for sale in Tucson on Realtor.com. Given the price elsewhere in Arizona, compared to local wages, I figured you wouldn't find anything there below the range of $175K to $200K. I was NOT expecting to find a two-bedroom townhouse for less than $50K, and a one-bedroom townhome for $29K. (Yes, those people living in California and New York are allowed to sob loudly and for prolonged intervals.) Needless to say, we're going to be looking very closely at those once we can get moved and I get working. If we're both working, those numbers are easily doable. By bumping things up to about $70K, we are looking at some pretty darned nice places. Not mansions, obviously, but stuff with reasonably generous square feet and in good condition.
Of course all of that's still strictly hypothetical unless and until we're both working and have been able to sock back some money. I just wish we could go directly to a townhome, vs. a regular apartment. I know rent is cheaper in Tucson but it's definitely not THAT much cheaper.
It's crazy the things you daydream about sometimes. MC is determined we own our own place asap. I am all for the idea but am sort of standing back to see how things go between now and then.
Anyway, I'm dead tired tonight, thanks to repetitive stressing over all of the various and sundry living-situation concerns. I'm antsy about the prospect of moving and walking away from this job, yet know if I DON'T, we're going to be screwed for money in very short order. I just have to hang onto the conviction that everything happens for a reason and that this move is moving us to where we need to be. I know it intellectually. The rest of me is just running a lifetime or so behind.
One nice detail involved here; it looks like MC will be able to sell his old car, which has been sitting for over a year now. It might be enough to make good on the truck payment next month if I don't get paid in time to cover it. I just hope he doesn't get taken, all things considered. It wouldn't be the first time.
Work was busier early tonight but thank goodness it's pretty dead now. I'm famished, but I put dinner in the crock pot before I left, so hopefully I'll have that when I get home, a little over an hour from now. Nothing like consistent eight-hour shifts without a break of any kind.
Illegal, you say?
Remember, this is Arizona, the Right To Work state. (Talk about your oxymorons.) Federal labor laws don't apply here, thank you very much, and most employers just ignore any state-issued mandates, while they're at it. If you own a business here, who cares if you screw over your employees? Certainly not lawmakers, who are much more interested in their closeup internal views of their own lower digestive tracks.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )