No answers yet.
Trying not to begin packing too soon or too late. I know I can handle what comes and still find smiles, but I know my husband won’t. He still won’t discuss anything about loosing the house.
So I am trying to decide via list, what is important and what the plan will consist of.
For storage –
To keep with us –
Where to live –
Deciding on a shelter –
Setting up the living space –
the pets –
the teen –
our food –
our garden –
what to do when it rains and during bad weather –
our comfort –
How to stay legal –
There are so many things to coordinate and BOA could care less. Steve is supposed to meet with a lady about loan restructuring but I can’t see that happening. I can’t file our taxes until I get the pension check on the 3rd. They say it’s free, but I can’t find how to do it for less than $35 for Federal, $35 for state. I need it to import from last year’s turbo tax form. Steve’s useless online and my dyslexia leads to too many mistakes with numbers. I could scream. —— The third is the deadline BOA gives us to complete the loan restructure. I expect them to assign the loan to HUD who will require us to vacate before they take possession or we can arrange to rent it from them while they work to sell it. If I could pay rent, I wouldn’t have lost the home. We will have 1 month. Just enough time for G to finish his school year.
I’m getting ahead of the situation. We have another week to see if something can be worked out. We can also rent a table at a
dive flea market for $5 a day and sell our stuff so it’s not thrown out as trash. I think I’d rather pay for storage honestly. If I can.
So this is today’s thinking for what it’s worth. It’s really not negative to look at the whole picture. I’m not afraid of digging in and working, I just hate waiting. I need to know where to direct my efforts. I can make a hell of a cool camping space if we need to – I’m worried about personal hygiene mostly. Should I get a gun? Should I cut my hair? Will we loose our benefits without an address? It’s a lot to think of by myself…