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I haven't been talking much - to anyone. A couple of people think there's "something wrong" with me. Well, they're right, but it's not anything new.
I haven't heard back from Wells Fargo, and after all the press about them screwing mortgage customers over, I'm not so sure I want a loan from them.
I've looked at some loan papers the real estate agent sent me, but it says they expect me to put 20% down. Again, we're short on that, so I doubt they'd give me a loan.
I also need to get a hold of Homes for Heros, since it's been just over a month since I paid off all those bills.
This week, I couldn't bring myself to do any of it. I was fine until our park manager woke us both up to tell us to take care of the yard, or else. Michael blew up at her but called her later when he was calmer and explained the situation. Seems she still expects us to take care of the yard, even if we're leaving.
There is another very nice home in Tradewinds, a park closer to Rosamond proper and supposedly such a good place to live, it's hard to get a space in there.
I just feel very overwhelmed. We both do. We decided not to do anything serious until Monday.
I haven't been going into virtual worlds as much as I used to. It seems every time I do, there's someone that wants something from me, or there's some sort of drama that needs to be handled. Right now, I can't deal with much more than I already am. My friends are wondering why I'm keeping to myself - it's hard to explain to them how I feel and have them understand it, unless they've been through it.
Right now, the less people I have to talk to, the better. I feel like a raw, exposed nerve. I need to build up some scar tissue before wading in again.
I haven't heard back from Wells Fargo, and after all the press about them screwing mortgage customers over, I'm not so sure I want a loan from them.
I've looked at some loan papers the real estate agent sent me, but it says they expect me to put 20% down. Again, we're short on that, so I doubt they'd give me a loan.
I also need to get a hold of Homes for Heros, since it's been just over a month since I paid off all those bills.
This week, I couldn't bring myself to do any of it. I was fine until our park manager woke us both up to tell us to take care of the yard, or else. Michael blew up at her but called her later when he was calmer and explained the situation. Seems she still expects us to take care of the yard, even if we're leaving.
There is another very nice home in Tradewinds, a park closer to Rosamond proper and supposedly such a good place to live, it's hard to get a space in there.
I just feel very overwhelmed. We both do. We decided not to do anything serious until Monday.
I haven't been going into virtual worlds as much as I used to. It seems every time I do, there's someone that wants something from me, or there's some sort of drama that needs to be handled. Right now, I can't deal with much more than I already am. My friends are wondering why I'm keeping to myself - it's hard to explain to them how I feel and have them understand it, unless they've been through it.
Right now, the less people I have to talk to, the better. I feel like a raw, exposed nerve. I need to build up some scar tissue before wading in again.
