Simply, Sally

We almost tried to see how/if we could back out of the sale on the house this morning. Like I said in the previous entry, the house up in Solon Twp. is really only worth burning down or demolishing so you can build something new on the property. Which really wasn’t an option for us. Everything else on that street didn’t look much better either; which makes me doubt how much any new structure built there would be worth. That left the trailer on Schultz in Sparta.

Well… that’s going to pot too. It apparently belongs to an eldery couple with health problems. They want $40,000 – $42,000 exactly for it, nothing less. They offered to give us a $3000 personal loan, only we had to have it paid back within 3 months. Since we don’t know what kind of jobs we’d be getting, that really made us nervous to even attempt. Even if we got them to extend it to a year, between lot rent and that loan – we’d have over $500 we’d have to somehow come up with every month. Not only that, Parkwood Green only allows two total “large” pets – which includes cats and dogs, no matter if they’re indoor animals. If they ever came by, we’d have to come up with a way to hide the fact we had two cats. Brad Baker told their Realtor the offer was $36,000, with no loan – take it or leave it. So far no reply, but since Brad works from his house, he could honestly call back anytime up to 11pm. He told us to wait until morning.

So as you can imagine, that led to a very panic filled, stressful, and tearful night last night and then this morning. I called Conrad bright and early and told him we were having second thoughts and that we wanted to know what the penalties would be if we backed out of the sale. For once, he called us back post haste. And then took his sweet time getting back to us on it, but did stop over during lunch. However, during that time, I located a Trailer up in Belmont Twp, near the Plainfield section of Grand Rapids that was a For Sale by Owner for $32,000. Unfortunately, that park doesn’t allow for any dogs taller than 18 inches at the shoulder. Luna is a good 24 inches at the shoulder, which ruled us out there. Then, at about 10am, Lisa from HomeVestors called to see what was going on with us wanting to back out. We explained we had paniced but were now looking at other options. She offered to check on another Trailer Park over on Fruit Ridge near Sparta. Apparently there’s a lot of vacant trailers up for Rent, Sale, and Rent-To-Own. Luna and the kittens would be fine there, but it’s going to be $385 per month there for lot rent – possibly more if we have to rent a trailer. But they also have a few there that are being sold by their owners.

All day today, we’ve waxing and waning between calm, anxiety, morose depression, and psychosis. Tell you how low we got, we all mentioned that in the past few days we’ve thought about suicide more than once. We also took a lot of our anger out on poor little Kaze. Echo and Luna both know how to act during our weird bipolor episodes, but Kaze doesn’t have a clue. I even went so far as to inform her, after one destro-kitten rush, that she could be loosing her happy home. Poor thing. We really shouldn’t take it out on her; Echo had a whole month longer to get to know us – plus she thinks she’s Luna’s baby…. So when we start getting weird, she looks to Luna and then either keeps her distance or settles in to purr us back to sanity. Kaze, goes berserk.

Right now, I’ve gone back into a mood where I’m feeling very dubious about the whole thing – especially the part about being forced to move to a trailer park – and my thoughts are turning back to canceling the sale. There’s just something that weirds me out about it. The idea of having to move into a Trailer Park after having lived in an actual house my entire life is deeply disturbing to me. Intelletually, I know these parks are very good places, but I suppose it’s memories of Parkwood Green back from when I was a kid. We used to live right across the street from them, between the two drives. Once some teens came out of the park and aimed a gun at Mom and I when I was a baby… and then there were lots of drugs and violence, and the types of people you didn’t want to have anything to do with. Since then, the park has changed hands and it’s a very nice Trailer Park, but I suppose the memories are going to persist. I can barely remember what park Alpine Meadows is and Mom keeps assuring me it’s a really nice one, but my stomach is still in freefall.

I wish the parachute would open soon.

Tags: realtor, trailer park

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