[As a quick disclaimer, I have no idea who this kid is!]Jack's been s-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ck the last few days. I haven't seen him this sick in a long time. I felt *so* bad that I was stuck in Chicago and couldn't come home to shower him with Advil, make him Mrs. Grass' soup (from scratch!), or fawn over his feverish body with cold washcloths. After all, he drove for 3 hours to bring me a toaster, a few seasons of Friends, and a piece of his heart when I was sick with piggy flu last fall.
That "in sickness and in health" part of marriage is thumped me over the head and I went home to SB for a scant 24 hours this weekend to visit Jack. He's been painting up a storm these last few weeks and did a marvelous job (with help from Zibby!). The third bedroom (former Girl Cave, where I would go to lounge on the couch, watch True Hollywood Story, and journal about my dreams of owning a B&B in the Bahamas) was transformed into a simple bedroom. Sure, it resembled a room in the convent, but I had my own bed, new, clean bedding, and space to just...breathe.
...Without worrying that I'd inhale Jack's flu bug! It was great to stay at Hotel Jack. I could hang out with Jack and escape to my sanitary lair for a restful sleep in a new bed.
Minnie, our beloved friend and realtor, came over on Saturday to visit, tour our house, and basically let us know if we're going to lose our shirts if we have to sell this spring. Long story short, we're not going to lose our shirts. We stand to recoup about 30% of the $20,000 or so we've invested in the house (50% if we hit paydirt). Coupled with the fact that we've been living there for six years, have dumped a chunk of money into the house, and might come out five dollars ahead...well, it just goes to show that the housing market is still in the dumps.
Perhaps the purchase of real estate isn't practical unless you know you'll live there for 30 years? It begs the question of whether we should have bought this home...then again, no one saw this real estate collapse coming.
Minnie, our beloved friend and realtor, came over on Saturday to visit, tour our house, and basically let us know if we're going to lose our shirts if we have to sell this spring. Long story short, we're not going to lose our shirts. We stand to recoup about 30% of the $20,000 or so we've invested in the house (50% if we hit paydirt). Coupled with the fact that we've been living there for six years, have dumped a chunk of money into the house, and might come out five dollars ahead...well, it just goes to show that the housing market is still in the dumps.
Perhaps the purchase of real estate isn't practical unless you know you'll live there for 30 years? It begs the question of whether we should have bought this home...then again, no one saw this real estate collapse coming.
At least we've jazzed up the house enough to make it sellable in this cruddy economic market. Just in case we have to sell. The point of having Minnie over was to find out just how bad/good the situation is, financially. We know what we have to do, should we have to sell quickly. We're like boyscouts...always prepared.
Weirdly, though, I am extremely at peace about this whole situation. I'm not at all nervous about my future. Jack's, too. We're going to be just fine. Whatever happens is what is meant to happen.
Just think if you would have rented for all these years - assuming $500 per month (which is low for many apartments) for 6 years would have been $36,000, with no equity to show for it. At least in a housing slump, you will still manage to beat that statistic!
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After 4 days of being home in bed I feel human again. I hope the paint does not retain the cold germs I had. Ick.
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