
Yesterday, I found out that I can stay living where I am, for another year.
I am renting, and have a 12 month lease, which expires in 4 weeks time. Some months ago, the owner raised the possibility that she might sell this house, so from that point onwards I have been rather anxious about what would happen.
I love this house: it’s a really special place and I would love to own it.
It was particularly frustrating for me to have her phone me and ask if I want to buy it, because A) i WANT IT and B) it’s COMPLETELY impossible financially and C) I never imagined she would be willing to sell, anyway - based on her stated intentions about why she bought the house (for a very longterm investment) – so I never thought that even the possibility would arise – even if I won the lottery!
But, THERE was the possibility, dangling in front of me – and no way to make it happen. And now the possibility has gone. So THAT’s ok – because now I know at least that I can stay for another year.
From the time she said this – at least 3 months ago, I have been wondering what the outcome would be…and feeling less secure in living here. So, NOW, I can start fresh with knowing that I have another year (and most importantly another summer). So I can get around to various little tasks that I was putting off because they “aren’t worth doing if I’m moving”, and THAT will allow me to re-invest my interest in the house, and reap the rewards of that caring investment.
One day I will work out how to take digital photos and upload them, so that I could illustrate this story with a pic of ‘my’ lovely swimming pool! – Because THAT’s what I was thinking of, when I heard that I can stay: YEAH! more swimming! (as in: next summer, in about 4 or 5 months time).
The NEXt thing I was thinking of, predictably, was “how am I going to find the money to AFFORD to stay here?”, because there is an inevitable rent increase. But it is very reasonable, especially consifdering the way rents have been rising (in this part of the country especially), over the last year – AND all the publicity that that issue has had. Only last week the main daily newspaperpaper headline was “Rents to rise by $100 per week!” – so THAT was a worry.
My rent has only gone up a little – but every ‘little’ matters, when you are really financially struggling to get by. Please note that “financially struggling” does not mean emotionally struggling, or even mentally struggling (usually). It just means that making the money eke out is a constant cautious disciplined conscious restraint – which one makes ‘a way of life’, in order to have what matters most, which is this beautiful home where I can feel so lucky!
If I had had to move, I would have turned it around, into an adventure to find somewhere different, which I would enjoy in a different way. I was ready to face that, and to make the best of it, because I LOVE houses in general, so I love imagining how I could live in them/what THAT life would be like. But I am very grateful to be able to stay.