Saturday, June 30, 2012

My day turned out pretty well, although the neighborhood stakeout has been delayed. When I got up Tom told me he’d tell me all the promising things he found out about once I had a chance to wake up. So I woke up with yellow jacket #2 waiting to greet me in the bathroom, downed some coffee, and told him I hoped he had something good for me since my dreams weren’t telling me anything spectacular.

In one dream we both got handguns to carry on us for protection, though neither of us seemed bothered by anyone in particular. Then we were living in some building. I don’t know what it was. It didn’t seem like a hotel or an apartment building, but it was huge, whatever it was.

So Tom said he found more sites with more promising places selling from 16K-40K. Because he wants to check these sites more thoroughly and because of my schedule, we’re going to bump the neighborhood stakeout up to next weekend. What’s cool is that the place we end up getting may not just come with a dishwasher but with a full-size washer and dryer too!

What’s most important is that we don’t go biting off more than we can chew like we did in Arizona. I hate to have the place – any place – suck up all of our money so that we’re unable to save anything. We realize that although it would take a little longer, we could save for a house in an adult community, which in the end would compare to a trailer that’s paid off in just a few years or less but that you have to continue to pay lot fees on afterward, but we’d still prefer the trailer. The monthly fees will be cheaper than the mortgage payments would’ve been and you get more than just a home and a lot to keep it on. You get a community pool you never have to take care of yourself, plus other amenities. Another reason is that if we decide to move to Spain or Florida when he retires, it’ll be easier to sell a trailer than a house, and when I say “trailer” I don’t mean anything like the little old heap of shit we’re in now.

I still worry about cars parking too close, barking and annoying kids visiting, but I don’t think these things will be that big of a deal. If they are then 55+ places would be absolutely nothing like I’ve always heard they are. Still, I can’t imagine getting there and ending up hating it.

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