Frank Turrentine wrote:
I'm in my fifties. I'm queer. I'm a stoner and on any given night I'm bound to burst into tears over a book or a piece of music while in my cups. I'm a felon who thinks everyone should vote with molotov cocktails. I have no skills, but I love to plant trees and work in my garden and read. I write really bad poetry, and I'm awkwardly unashamed about it. In other words, I don't think most normal people would really want to live around me and my two dogs and five buff geese and a few dozen chickens and one Harlequin duck for very long before they asked me to leave or I got butthurt and lonely. At the same time, I'm not really fit or functional enough to live on my own, and that's only going to get worse as the years progress.
Let's take for granted that I'm leaving the farm, folks. I've agonized over this for a long time and tortured every detail to death, and I WANT to leave the farm. It is a paralytic.
Frank Turrentine wrote:I put the farm on the market today for 195K. It'll sell for that, but I don't know how quickly. I'll get a pop-up camper-trailer and take the dogs on the road and do my job from whatever natl park or campground I feel like staying at until I figure out where I want to go. I have a lot of friends to visit before the job plays out, and the job will defray the cost of that, and then I'll figure out where I want to buy a place and make a new home.
wayne fajkus wrote:A frugal person can have have great stability with that kind of money banked up, but can get in the same predicament again if careless with it.