Spent quite a bit of time recently moving from the lovely wasteland that is California City, CA to Palmdale, CA. To most folks, this wouldn’t seem like much of an improvement, but if you look at the amount of time I spend driving to L.A. and O.C. then you would realize it puts me an hour closer to most everywhere I go. Yes, Palmdale is NOT the San Fernando Valley, my ultimate desired destination, but it’s a step in the right direction. I *am* living on the East Side of Palmdale, aka the wrong side of the tracks, but I’ve spent most of my life that way either figuratively or literally, so it’s not that big a change.
It’s quite a bit of a downgrade in space, I must admit – from a four bedroom with two car garage to a two bedroom condo is a bit of a change. I had to jettison quite a bit of “stuff” and get a storage unit for the things that didn’t fit – like my couch and my daughter’s bedroom furniture.
After several weeks of boxes traveling over by the car load, and then the moving truck for big things, I’ve finally gotten everything I now own out of my old place. I dropped my keys off for the Realtor and we both are hoping for a swift sale on this place.
I had a garage sale, during which I showed the house to three separate families, two were brought over by the RE Agent who’s been such a….well, I can’t print here what she’s been, but I will say she’s the one who told me to set the whole short sale up myself and then call her when I was ready. That put be behind the curve by at least nine months as I was struggling with my mortgage company. Additionally I’ve heard her badmouth the layout of the house and outright lie to her clients.
The third family was an unsuspecting shopper at my garage sale. I yanked her off the street to give her a tour of the house. She said she liked it but it was out of her price range, I told her that the worst she could be told is “no” so go ahead and have RE Agent call my RE Agent. I really liked this gal and wondered why it is I couldn’t have made friends BEFORE I left town. :-/
Anyway, garage sale was enough to pay for itself plus my moving truck (if you want to view it that way.) What I didn’t sell was picked up by a local charity and left me devoid of excess stuff. Between that and my three dumpster loads of miscellaneous household trash I was able to clean out the house.
Now that I’m done moving, though, I’m not sure what my exercise regime will be – hauling boxes upstairs daily has firmed up my butt….guess I’m just going to have to have a set of dumbbells I cart up and down the stairs a dozen times daily…that should keep that saggy old thing off the ground!
