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Housing End-Game

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Folks, I really didn’t want to write this blog. But things have gone sour, again…and my blogging is likely to be interrupted for a few days or weeks, so I figured I’d explain why.

As I said months ago, my housing situation went critical. I can’t fully explain this because it’s not my story to tell; all I can tell you is that I knew, at that time, I’d not have much longer where I was.

That was back in April, and I’m still in the same place. It was like being in limbo, and it certainly slowed up my creative efforts. But I have been warm, and safe, and with my dogs.

Now, the housing situation is about to be radically different. I will be put out of my home of the last five years within the next seven to ten days, as something called a “writ of assistance” has been requested. Once that’s executed, I will be put out of this situation, and am not sure what will happen afterward.

For a time, I know I will go to my father’s house. But long-term, that is likely to drive him and I both nuts. I won’t be able to bring the dogs, and that worries me greatly, because I don’t know what will happen to them — and they’re good dogs. They don’t deserve this uncertainty.

And that doesn’t resolve the rest of the situation, that I can’t explain, that I wish I could explain (except it’s not my story to tell, yada yada yada).

Over the past six months, I’ve had various friends ask me why I haven’t left already when things have been so up in the air. It has to do with caring about my family, and wanting to make sure they are safe and happy and well. I’ve also been worried about the dogs. One of my friends told me a long time ago she could take me, but not the dogs; another can take one dog, if need be, but she has cats. A third friend lives in Canada and I’d not be able to bring any of the dogs there, if I could somehow miraculously get to him…this is a big, fat, freakin’, unruly mess. (Insert string of profanity here, if you feel the need. I know I certainly do. I’m just too polite to subject you to it.)

And, if I’m honest, a lot of why I haven’t left has to do with CHANGING FACES. I’m so close to finishing up that novel — the revised and final version, after editing — and I just didn’t want to have to uproot my entire life as moves tend to do if I could somehow hang on until the novel was finished.

I am about three chapters, perhaps less, from the end. But I don’t know if I can finish up what I need under all this stress. I’m having a number of unusual stress reactions already, and I have to be careful, or I’ll land in the hospital and I’ll be even slower to finish things up…dammit all.

Anyway, all I know is that it is likely I will be put out in the next seven to ten days. I can’t get a hard date as to when I will definitely be put out. I have already moved some stuff to my father’s across town, and will be moving more in the upcoming days as I’m able, but I remain worried.

If for some reason you feel the need to help me, I do have a Paypal account. Type Barb and Caffrey together (as all one word, lowercase) AT Yahoo DOT com (take out the at and dot, of course), if you want to help at all with the frustrations and vexations of this move. Because in some ways, this couldn’t happen at a worse time…honestly.

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Written by Barb Caffrey

October 19, 2016 at 1:14 pm

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  1. Reblogged this on Kate McClelland.

    Kate McClelland

    October 22, 2016 at 10:09 am

  2. I hate this for you – I’ve been through it myself more than a few times (tho’ for different reasons), and it brought my forward progress to a screeching halt and decimated my financial reserves. Sending you love and light.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

    • Thanks, Madelyn. This definitely isn’t easy. Still trying to finish my book, though…all I can do.

      Barb Caffrey

      October 23, 2016 at 1:48 pm

      • I keep holding this thought: “It’s not the velocity, it’s the direction.” Baby steps are still steps!!!!

        Good luck getting through all the changes.
        xx,
        mgh

      • Thanks so much, Madelyn. 🙂

        My father likes to say, “It’s a marathon, it’s not a sprint.” That little saying has gotten me through a few really bad patches. (I know it’s not unique to him, to say something like that, but I still like the phrasing.)

        Barb Caffrey

        October 23, 2016 at 2:38 pm

      • A marathon with a lot of hills and rock walls sometimes! Keeping on keepin’ on, inching our way forward, is all we can do on many, many days.

        I like to remind myself that NOTHING lasts forever – especially during those times when it feels like I might be wrong about that. 🙂
        xx,
        mgh

      • Yep, you are absolutely right.

        I’ll do my best to keep inching my way forward… 🙂

        Barb Caffrey

        October 24, 2016 at 2:06 pm

      • 🙂 – good for you! Me too.
        xx, mgh


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