We finally spoke to someone about renting a property. And it was a real person with an actual personality and a real life. Not a scam artist trying to rip us off which is what we’ve been running into so far. This person is currently in the process of evicting their current renters. He said that we seem like a good fit and as long as he can get them out before we need to be moved by, it will all work out.
Needless to say, I’m super stoked about this. The house is big enough that the kids can come visit. The dogs will have a fenced in back yard. It’s less than ten miles from work (and the beach). The neighborhood seems nice and quiet. It’s almost a perfect situation. Divine intervention, if you will.
We are going to go meet them when we go to Myrtle beach in the next week or so. They said they will show us the house. We just may not be able to get into it because of the current renter situation. FMG is still not so sure about my optimism. My daughter is on his side. I told her he was stressing and that I wasn’t. She said, “that’s not normal.” I said, “what? FMG being stressed all the time?” She said, “no, you not being stressed at all.”
Que Sera, sera…. what will be, will be.
I can’t stress about the things I can’t control. I can’t control if the renters move out in time. I can’t control if the landlord raises the rent to a number we are not comfortable with. I can’t control if we have to get something that is less than ideal for a while. But what I can do, is keep the faith that we will find our perfect home and the timing will be right and everything will fall into place the way it is supposed to. That’s what usually works best for me anyway.
After being told that I should be more stressed, my daughter also said I should start an “only fans.” I don’t really know what that is, but she mentioned, “sex workers.” I told her I would check it out and post a link on my Instagram. She said I should make a different Instagram for Only Fans. Maybe I’ll just keep that terrible suggestion in my back pocket for when I am reincarnated into a younger more sexual version of myself.
I also worked out this morning, which I haven’t done in a week. It was good to get back to moving my body. I felt productive before 8 am. My body can tell when I’m getting lazy and it doesn’t like that anymore.
All in all, it’s been a pretty encouraging day.
Let’s hope it stays that way and rolls over into tomorrow!
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