As of Friday, I am officially an owner of property in White Utopia: a small and slightly uppity bedroom community of the fair mother city where it’s legal to marry your sister.Yeah. I need to quit it with the small-town jokes. I mean hey, I could make money here.
After thorough inspection with the jedi master, the property seems to be better than we expected. Central heat & air work fine. No apparent or major plumbing problems. And the two car garage/shop is an actual shop: a mechanics dream complete with engine hoist and two storage rooms with shelves.
Cha-CHING.
There is no indication that our budget would be off. It is now a matter of doing it and hoping it sells within a reasonable amount of time. I credit the CEO’s guidance in every step thus far. Thank you CEO.
The absolute weirdness in all of this is my agent calling and assignment in the fair mother city...
Agent Wife and I are convinced we are in the beginnings of a major change. We are putting in a request to the CEO for an assignment change to a different location. The location is yet to be made public and probably won’t be for some time. So endure my vagueness please.
It is difficult to explain our feelings and assumptions at this time. As of this date I have spent over half my life in the fair mother city. I have fallen in love with a side of this city few know. It’s poverty culture saddens me greatly, especially due to it’s close proximity to it’s religious culture.
And Agent Wife and I are huge believers in being missionaries in a single location for the long haul. So why would we up and leave someday?
Possibly because our time is due. And/or this was a mere training season. All of this makes sense to us as we step back and view the big picture of our lives and desires as well as reviews of our dream notebooks, etc.
About a year ago Agent Wife and I contemplated why we still lived here as we had no job or family ties to Abilene. We narrowed our answer down to relationships. And we narrowed those relationships down to two: Obi-Wan and AW’s little sister Princess.
The relationship with Princess ended earlier this year. So that leaves the aging Obi-Wan. As of now, I have no plans to move as long as he is alive and living across the street or here in town. But I have long felt that I’d be released into something should he ever pass on while I’m around.
This move is not a pipe dream. There appears to be an actual opportunity opening up for us elsewhere.
And my heart is slipping away from this city daily. I no longer want to invest here anymore, time-wise, spiritually, and even financially in some areas.
But for some reason, the jedi padawan gig of house-flipping seems to be moving great. So I’ll ride that wave and give it all I got.
I just don’t have it for the fair mother city. Anymore.
2 comments:
i missed the reference to the jerk at first.
congrats man, glad things are working out for you. sounds like Texas didn't get hit as hard (construction and housing wise) as California did.
here is to hoping the house sells!
Thanks, Mike.
Yeah, this conservative egion of TX is in time freeze bubble in many ways. And for once, it's paid off.
Everybody here got slapped in the 80s during the oil bust. So local banks have since been very conservative on lending, making sure the 80s never happen again. And this has created a fairly strong local housing market as there were no sub-prime loans ever made.
I've found my special purpose.
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