A potential buyer is coming by the house tomorrow! This is huge. This is the first nibble and an indicator that the real estate market is making a (painfully slow) comeback.
If an offer is made, I will likely take it, unless it is unbelievably low, like $20,000. Whatever it takes to get out of Michigan.
Also, I have been seeking respite care for Barry. I need someone else to care for him. At least a few hours a week. Barry said that five hours at a time is too much because he would get anxious. I explained to him how miserable I have been and that his being anxious is a small price for him to pay for me to begin my next phase of life. In other words, I said, “Deal with it. I’ll get you reading material and try to make you comfortable, but I’m done putting my life on hold indefinitely for you.” A few hours a week is not enough for me to start a career, but he needs to get used to someone other than me taking care of him. As he continues to decline, my ability to care for him will diminish. He may as well get used to it now. It’s not pretty. It’s called “Huntington’s Disease.”
This house stuff has triggered every imaginable shame issue I have. I suck at housekeeping and am now making up for it. I refuse to be stuck interminably because I can’t deal with this or that issue.
So I keep moving. I keep busy, focusing on what I do have some control over.
The possibility of moving just became very real. Fortunately, I have already gotten rid of a ton of stuff. One U-Haul ought to do it.