It’s highly possible!
It’s a cold cruel world out there with a terrible economy at the moment, and the town I’m located in, altho not feeling it as severely as so many other communities are, it’s still here, and it came knocking on the door of Planet Kitty in January 2010 when the non-profit I worked for closed it’s doors.
Somehow, we managed to make it through summer without becoming homeless. Things looked up in June when I started a new job but that job came to a hault when the state and county, due to politics, closed our doors after being open only one day. This caused the company to loose a contract and altho the place has reopend, no new contracts have come to replace the loss of that one, so I haven’t been able to go back to work. Several yardsales and hauling stuff that I really don’t need to auction helped somewhat to sustain the cash flow, but we are coming into the coldest months of the year yet, and winter is NOT a pleasant time to become homeless with no plans in place for future shelter.
With unemployment, financial aid for school, and assistance from other places, Planet Kitty has been able to maintain it’s axis but with no work for me the queen B, our homestead is currently in the throws of forclosure-with a slight possibility of HUD pulling something out of it’s sleeve-but instead of hoping for the best, I am a woman of action and have been getting gradually prepared for worst.
But is it really the worst? When life throws me a curve, I can’t help but look at it outside of the boxes rather than contained within those walls. Never one to follow the rules and/or color within the lines, I have learned over the years that loss can actually bring opportunity as well, it’s just being able to make the most of the situation, if you so choose.
While loosing my castle of the last almost 12 years can be heartbreaking, it can be rather freeing as well. Just think of it: no yard to upkeep; the constant work and upkeep of a house gone; more free time to do other things; travel!-WITH my beloved pets no less; the ability to take my home with me on a moment’s notice: various previous commitments no longer tying me down; say good bye to uptight, nosy neighbors!! ; FREEDOM of a completely different kind if me and my furry crew move from a house into a motorhome!
Now granted, the RV would have to be a fairly large sized one and it also would have to be fairly cheap. I would also have a bit of a learning curve ahead of me, but if I were to do this, and found something that suits my needs as soon as possible, I could park the RV in the driveway and do the work on it to get it completely “road ready”. As the house won’t forclose for a few months yet. I also would have the advantage of a friend’s assistance who is fairly knowledgeable when it comes to motorhomes (they’ll also go with me to check out any RVs I find that I’m interested in).
So is it really all that bad? I dunno. Parts of me, major parts, really like this idea. Especially the idea of going somewhere WARMER!!! lol Another part of me, though, is afraid of the change. Shouldn’t I still be fighting to try and keep this house? I mean, I’ve spent going on 12 years of my life here; more than a decade of changes in life have taken place right here under this very roof!!
What about the loss of equity in the place tho?? Just as little as 2 years ago if I had sold I could have doubled my money. Now, I’d be lucky to break even right at this moment were I to try and sell; I would have to hang on a few years to try and recoup my investment. Is it really worth it?
My reponse to these questions is that “life is to short” for me to sit around and wait; “it doesn’t mean there won’t be other houses”; and “change is good”.
I hate to say it but I think the reason I’m having a harder time with change this time, is because I’m older. For the mostpart, I’ve always done well with it the past. This time I’m finding it a little harder: a little scarier. It could be age, or it could just be the present state of our world. Nothing is for certain, and altho it never was in the past, with these tuff times, it seems even moreso which is scarry. For some, quite scarry. For me, I think it’s the combination of both.
Well…I am going to check out my first RV tomorrow night. We’ll see what happens. Who knows? Me and the Furry Bunch could be vrrroom vvrrroomin’ it in our own special little RV in a few months. I’ll keep you posted. Promise!! 😉