Refugeeing South

So I've come to a point in my job search where I'm getting few interviews and the few I get pan out to nothing. I've run out of my unemployment insurance. I cashed in an IRA and barely have enough money to fix up the house to put it on the market.

I didn't get really serious about it until this week. I called my realtor, the one who sold me this house. She's coming on Monday to look at the house and talk things over. I've had one estimator for a move come out and two more coming next week. Most of my stuff is going into storage but I don't anticipate it being in storage for that long. I'll be getting rid of stuff. I'll have to do most of the packing myself. After that, I'll call in painters and people to replace the carpet...and roofers. This will leave me very little money to make house payments with. I'm thinking of hitting up Xman but doubt it will end well.

This coming weekend, I'll go down to visit Cousin Kim, just to get the lay of the land. It doesn't matter if I like it. I will have to like it and be reconciled with my position. My only other choice will be homelessness, which is really no choice at all.

I should rejoice. I'll have a room of my own and I won't have to sacrifice any of my cats. Emma's offer is still open and mentioned to me, but I trust my gut with this one. Emma is too mentally unstable and she wants me to get rid of two of my cats. I could only do that if Cousin Kim dropped out on me.

Dr. A thinks it's wonderful that I'm moving in with Cousin Kim. Kim is very cheerful and sometimes chirpy. Dr. A thinks that's the medicine I need. And she also likes that I'll have another cousin down there and a possible few friends from long ago.

Just pray that the house sells quickly. My financial stability depends on that.