I've done a lot of thinking the last few days. Some of it angst-y. Some of it more serene.
I've followed a couple of weird impulses. Like going to an open house for an old craftsman not too far from where I live now. The house is on the Register of Historic Places which would mean no property taxes, and in my head, I've already spent the money I would save....which is not saving it at all, is it?
Then I researched where I could live without paying state taxes. Hmmm. I imagined myself in various places all over the map. But the states where I could stretch my dollar like a piece of soft sweet taffy aren't exactly whetting my appetite.
My divorce is pretty much behind me. It will be several weeks before the agreement to divide our joint assets is formally recorded or entered or whatever by the courts, but I'm done. There's nothing left to read or fight over, or think about, or be hurt by. I'm looking at the last four years in my rearview mirror.
Vroom. And eating my own dust. It's just now, I think, that I really feel the empty nest.
and the absence of the dogs.
If someone asked me out of the blue if I wanted to sell my house, would I do it?
In less than two weeks, I go back to the east coast for the Big Radiation Vacation. Maybe I'll fall in love with the city of Baltimore, or decide to buy a tiny old house trailer and live near my brother for a while and see how this whole radiation business for my mom works out.
I could take her to see her sister every week. Because who knows when that last grain of sand in the hourglass will sift to the bottom.