I’ve recently sold my house and I’m living in an apartment for the first time in a long time. After owning a house for such a long time, there was an adjustment period to renting again, but that pretty much went away the first time the heat pump stopped working. One call to my landlord and a repairman was on his way. My kitchen sink faucet also had to be replaced but they came right out.
It is a relief to not worry about my roof, or trees falling onto my house, or a million other things that can go wrong in a house. At first, I did feel a sense of loss of security because renting an apartment feels less permanent, but after awhile I realize that nothing in life is permanent anyway.
Owning a house requires a lot of maintenance and money to have that maintenance and upkeep done every year. That maintenance isn’t just the inside of the house either. It’s the entire outside of the house, the roof, and under the house if there is a basement or a crawl space. It turns out that renting makes me free, somewhat more free, and no longer shackled by those responsibilities. It was a huge leap, but I wish I’d done it years ago.
So yeah, crap, my car broke down. My old mechanic who I really liked and trusted to be fair isn’t around any more, so I have to find a new mechanic.
It is so hard these days to find a mechanic that is honest and won’t try to upsell every small problem you have. You go in for an oil change, they give you a laundry list of problems they’ve discovered. You go in for a new tire and you leave with a tune up and new brakes. It gets expensive! Of course safety is an issue, it’s important that the tires and brakes work well, but who has that kind of money to plunk down unexpectedly?
I think I will ask friends and neighbors who they use and try to get a referral. That is usually better than picking a random garage out of the phone book. I used to count on big chain shops with name recognition, but the turnover of mechanics is so high that you really never know who is going to be doing the actual work on your car and whether they are any good. I would rather find one guy who owns his own shop or who has been a long time employee at a local shop so I can build a relationship with him and be able to trust his work.
Do you know anyone? I need a good one ASAP!
Well, that took longer than I thought, but I finally am able to buy a house. I have been looking online for… well, forever, and I have finally found the one I really want. The internet has really helped with house hunting, but it took a lot longer than I thought it would. Like over a year! I am hoping that everything will go smoothly with the loans and closing. They have to get an inspector to go out and do some kind of total inspection. Costs an arm and a leg too.
You would not believe the stuff they have to look for; foundation, lot, roof, exterior, attic, and the list goes on and on. I am partially glad for it though, because so many homes today get that mold that is really bad for your health. I definitely do NOT want that in my new home, so I guess the money is worth it. Unfortunately, it is non refundable and if the report comes back bad, I am out the money. Oh well, C’estla vie !
I am really excited about my new house though. I can already envision where everything will go and am trying to figure out what colors I want in my new space. It’s a lot bigger than my apartment so my stuff will seem like there isn’t much in the house at first. Probably a good thing as we tend to collect stuff as we get older.
What a fucked up day today has been. Its like anything that could possibly go wrong found a way to go wrong. You know what I mean?
First thing is when I left the house to go to work, I noticed the right front tire looked funny. Thank God I had parked on the street and had to walk past the front tire to get in the car. If I had parked in the driveway I would not have seen the tire at all. So I drove straight to the gas station where they have an air pump and found out that the air is not free anymore. You have to pay fifty cents to get air in your tires. If course, you need two fucking quarters to put in the machine, and I have no quarters on me. At. All.
So, I go inside the store and ask for change and the fuckhead clerk tells me that I have to buy something before he can open the register drawer and give me any change. What the fuck? I want to buy air. Give me some fucking quarters!
So then there is a wreck on the interstate and traffic is fucked up for like 20 miles. I saw all the brake lights and got off the interstate, but so did a thousand other people, so the surface roads were clogged up and there’s a traffic light every 1/4 mile along that whole road. So it was slow going. Of course, I was like 40 minutes late for work.
The whole day just turned to shit. The boss was bitchy. The secretary called out sick. I just sucked it up and got through the say. When I get home I want some macaroni and cheese and a glass of red wine and a hot bath. And then I’ll think about dinner.
Something is wrong with the rear tire on the passenger side. Thank god I see that side of the car before climbing into the drivers seat and heading out. The tire was almost flat this morning and I had to drive down to the gas station to use their air station before I got on the highway.
I looked all over for a nail or screw in the tire and can’t find anything, but there must be something wrong for the tire to go so flat in just a day or two. The tread is not all that bad, but now that I’m looking at tires, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get a new set put on and then I won’t have to worry about slow leaks or uneven wear.
Almost all the tires stores advertise that if you buy three tires then you get the fourth tire for free. I think we have all come to expect that sale promotion as normal daily business. I have to check around and see if Firestone or NTW has the best deal this weekend. I might be able to put it off an extra week for the sake of catching a sale – depending upon whether that rear tire holds air long enough or not.