Anti-Stagnation Is a Good Thing

We made a difficult decision today. So difficult that, despite feeling better for having made it, I'm so sad that I just want to cry.

We're going to put off moving to Ely until next summer. *Sob*

Waiting will give us the chance to save up a down payment for a house, and pay off a few bills to raise our credit score. Waiting will mean not moving directly into real winter, which the kids and I have never experienced and Kevin has been away from for twenty or so years.

Waiting is right. It feels right, even though...holy Christ, it feels so wrong. I don't want to be here. I don't want to send Nick to the stupid school that he hates for another year. Not for another day. Watching the news tonight, there was a story about a sixth grader who stabbed two classmates on the way home from school. And then another one about the trial of a guy who police had to shoot at a store literally directly across the street from my house. They shot him after he ran after a clerk who escaped. Ran after her, toward my house.

I don't live in a bad neighborhood. Just a pretty basic, middle-class, fairly diverse area. An older part of town (no cookie-cutter, gated-community, Home-owner's-association hell for me, thanks), but still. I don't live in an innercity. This is just Las Vegas. Nice, eh?

I feel better. Less depressed. I can't stand limbo. My solution to a problem is to...well, find a solution. The last month or six weeks have been solution free. Just a jumble of boxes, wondering where we're going to live, boxes, going to duke it out with Nick's school AGAIN, boxes...did I mention the boxes? Everywhere. A sea of cardboard.

I feel better, because we have a plan. I'm the kinda chick that needs a plan. It isn't the plan that I wanted, but it will do. I still get stuck in this mindset that waiting will price us out of the Ely market, too. So, to keep myself balanced on that front I read this blog everyday. The market is correcting. When I look at the listings on my Ely realtor's website, every week more houses are added, and more of the old ones are reduced in price.

Let's have a moment of silence, shall we, for the idea that regular non-investor types like us might again one day have the chance to be homeowners without exotic loans and lying about our income.

Oh...I'm also about 90 percent sure that I'm going to homeschool Nick this year. He said this to me tonight: "Mom, please don't make me go to school tomorrow. I'm going to have a terrible day, and I just can't handle it." It's doubley hard on him, because Adrienne is homeschooled (sort of...she goes to a charter school where she does all her work at home and only goes to school half a day a week.) Ninty percent sure.

Thank you for all the kind emails. I'm okay. I'm better than that, because I'm not stagnant anymore. Whoo!