Motivation is Key
Theres a house. It’s in way north New York state. It’s beautiful. I mean, I’m sure it needs tons of work, but look at it! Eight bedrooms. And a carriage house! Apartment(s) above the carriage house, too! Look at the windows! Look at that price! https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/301-Main-St-Antwerp-NY-13608/31411504_zpid/ But kd, you say. Don’t you live in Arizona? Yes. Yes, I do. But not because I want to! I mean, day by day it’s fine. I have a great job here, doing important work. It could pay a bit better, yeah, but even that is okay. We even have a house already! But, well… One of the young ones found this shirt the other day, and announced it’s me. And it is. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1485595635/if-your-family-doesnt-accept-your A couple people around me lately have told me, as I vented about stress and money and children, that I should stop adopting children. One of them I just told no. The other (who I knew would laugh) I flipped off. I will stop adopting children when people learn how to love their own damn children. Damn it. Ahem. So. Eight bedrooms. Extra apartments. Lots of space. Makes sense, right? Right. Okay, so we’ve established that I need a bigger house. Fine. But northern New York? They have weather there, KD. They have snow. You know, winter? I know! Isn’t it great? Astonishingly enough, I am not here in Southern Arizona because I like heat. I never wanted to live in the desert! I wanted to see it, but not…