I made a decision this January. I am putting my house on the market come April first. My daughter thinks that is a foolish (pun intended) day to begin a new chapter in my life but I think it is a perfect time. I want to travel, not have to cut the lawn or shovel snow so the house has to go. When it sells (notice I said when and not if – trying to stay positive) I plan to rent instead of buy. Can’t think of any reason to buy a house at my age. (born in 1943 – you figure it out).
Not going to look for a rental until the house sells. I have plenty if short term options to tied me over from one abode to another. In the mean time I am cleaning out drawers, shelves, closets, the garage and the basement. Lots of needless accumulation in every nook and cranny. The good part is when it is finished it will be a lot easier to move from here than it was to move to here. I have boxes I haven’t opened since I moved in. Pretty ridiculous. So while cleaning out the closets and drawers I am trying not to think of the basement. The garage is under control for now and I won’t finish that until it is a wee bit warmer. It is the basement that is going to be the headache. But even that is doable. I will be ready on March 1st to get a real estate agent in here to let me know what else I have to do. I’ll let you know how it goes.
And Happy St. Bridget’s day. St. Bridget, born in 451, is to the Irish people an important a Saint as Patrick. She was the daughter of a slave and a chieftain. She refused an arranged marriage instead established several convents throughout Ireland. She was an important figure in the education of women in Ireland – that is before the English came and forbade the Irish to educate their children.