The bookshelves just marched out the door with Neil and his brother to help fill their homes. I am so lucky I have such easy-going cats… I guess Echo has more or less accepted things marching out the door as the new normal. She’s turning in circles in front of me getting ear scratches.
I refused to go with my grandparents down to defraud get food from the church the church. I shouldn’t be this satisfied by the hurt in their voices with my curt “Nope” in regards to them asking if I was coming. But I am.
We have only a few days left to make up our mind where we’re going. Tuesday, the park is taking us to court again to have us evicted, which my mom has no plans to attend since its way at the south end of the county. (They closed the northern courthouse to “save money” after a length political melodrama that had nothing to do with saving money.)
Which will likely give us until the 27th to pack up and leave. Not like that’s a hard thing. We’re mostly packed. But that leaves us with a few quandaries that — in our usual style — are working themselves out.
Fishwife (our next-door neighbor who likes to screech at all hours of the day and night) sent her youngest son over with her cell number and a note to call her. Apparently she knows someone who is buying trailers. I thanked her and saved it for mom for later. (Not without screeching at her kids and damn near breaking my eardrum.) So that might solve the issue of the trailer.
So that leaves: Where do we go?
Do we go to a local apartment? I got an e-mail requesting my resume for a possible SQL Help Desk job from a local recruiter/headhunter, but none of their leads have ever panned out.
Do we move out of state? Where out of state? Virginia? Maryland? DC?
If we move out of state, we’ll have enough money to get there, but no money to come back if it doesn’t work out. But I think Neil summed it up best with “But what would you have to come back to?”
Basically all that’s holding us in the state is fear. We wax and wane between determination and paralyzing fear without much of anything between those two poles. I’m sick to death of my family treating us like crap, but this silence is about all I have to fight them with.
All that leaves is how to get where-ever we’re going. The hows will present themselves, like they always do.
