So AGMA’s planning on ignoring the elephant (literally…) in the room.
There are those of you out there, far more eloquent than I, who will be addressing the news of late surrounding the orange squatter in our White House here in ‘Murica. I’m pretty sure I’m out of words to describe just how loathsome Individual #1 and the GOP that is enabling him are.
But can I say that Nancy Pelosi is a total BAD ASS?? Please….
Last night, she created one of the most iconic moments of tyrannical resistance in US history by ripping up the traitor’s SOTU “speech” that was full of lies and hate. The Boston Tea Party patriots would approve.
I wanna be like Nancy when I grow up.
Amid the backdrop of impeachment and Presidential primaries and the destruction of America as we know it by the GOP, AGMA has decided to jump out of the frying pan.
Hubs and I have decided to sell our townhouse this spring.
This may not sound like such a big deal to most of you, but for those who live in Casa AGMA, it’s YUGE.
Your first question might be… Why?
And it’s a good one. We LOVE where we live. We love the neighborhood and our proximity to great restaurants, shopping and all that the city has to offer. And we love our townhouse.
The reality is that Hubs mobility issue gets a bit worse (he has a genetic disorder that is causing him to lose the use of his legs) with every passing year. And our townhouse has 4 floors.
Because of that, AGMA has always had to do the heavy lifting (so to speak) when it comes to hauling stuff from one place to another.
But now I’m having spine issues that make it difficult for me to fulfill my previous position as pack mule. I’m more like a pack squirrel now.
Damn it. I hate it when that happens.
We always knew that we’d have to go to a single level living situation eventually, but my back issues have accelerated that timeline.
Plus, we think that the this might be THE time to sell to get top dollar for our place. “They” are all saying that the real estate market is due for a “correction.” We’d like to bail before it corrects.
“But where will you go AGMA?”
I’m glad you asked and the answer is…. We have no idea.
Anybody got a spare room for two charming seniors with two adorable cats? One is an introvert and keeps to himself. The other is an AGMA. The humans, not the cats. The cats are sweet and loving as long as you ignore the occasional hairball and the fur clumps.
Barring any fabulous offers from one of you, we were thinking of renting a place in Chicago this summer to be closer to the grands for a few months. Not really sure how Son#1 and my DIL would like that though. They’d get used to us I’m sure…
After that, who knows?
We talked about getting an RV and driving around the country for a year, but the more I read about it, the less I liked the idea. It all seems like a lot of work. And from what I’ve heard, KOA’s are hotbeds of MAGA folks. Now THAT would be interesting.
But I think we’ll take a pass.
We’ll probably rent for a while here in Atlanta. But then again maybe not. Son#2 may be moving soon for a job yet to be found. He’s finishing up his MBA and is currently “in the hunt.”
If he moves, will we follow him? Depends on where he goes. Or we could move back to our adopted hometown of many years, Cincinnati, where we still have some wonderful friends. Or not. Or we could move full time to the Chicago area. Brrrrrrrr (even with climate change.)
Also, Hubs and I want to see how the election in November turns out. If the Big Orange Cheeto cheats his way back into the WH with his BFF Putin’s help, we just might be political refugees.
AGMA had my annual “check to see if you have any moles look weird” check-up this morning. I passed inspection (whew!) and they asked if I wanted to make my appointment for next year. I said, “No. I might not be living in Atlanta next year.”
There’s actually something weirdly intoxicating to me about not knowing where I will be in a year. Is this something that I should be worried about?
In the meantime, before the end of March, I need to clean out 10 closets, figure out what to do with all my Ebay sh*t I haven’t sold yet (boxes and boxes worth), go through about 20 boxes that haven’t been opened in 8 years since our last move, make untold trips to Goodwill, and arrange to get rid of furniture that is taking up too much room.
We also have to replace a broken ice machine, fix a broken gas fireplace and whirlpool tub, make repairs to our dormers, fix a hole in our garage ceiling, paint our main living level, have the bar on our kitchen island removed and replace all the counter tops, paint our kitchen cabinets and have a new tile backsplash installed.
Before the end of March.
But here’s the thing. Hubs and I leave next Tuesday for 2 weeks in France. Awesome, but bad timing. Then I’m home for two weeks, Then AGMA leaves on March 11 for a 2 week tour of Turkey with a friend. Again awesome.
But REALLY bad timing.
Oh…and I am also working my part-time gig 2 days a week when I’m home, trying to keep up with my running and attempting to keep my little Ebay business going.
TOTALLY into the fire.