My little world is about to undergoe some big changes. I have a house that I've been renting to a young friend of mine. (I live in the "cottage" at the back of the property where I have a gated driveway and my own parking space.) Up until now she's never had trouble finding a room-mate, but she's getting ready to make a big move to go to school out of state, so if she lived with her family for a few months before making that move she'll save money. And I'll be able to rent the whole house and make more money. Sounds like a win/win doesn't it? But because I live on the same (very big for an urban lot) property, I need to find the right person to rent it to. I'm not everybody's cup of tea. The fact that I'm a bit of a misanthrope doesn't help.
I've spent most of my adult life trying to be as little like my heinous mother as humanly possible. My mother was ungenerous in the extreem. She was a tightwad and never ever gave anything away. Even "gifts" came with a price tag or a trade off. So I have spent my life erring on the side of generosity at the expense of my fiscal well-being. It is time to grow up and stop living my life in reaction to a dead woman. It's time to start thinking in terms of what's best for me for a change. It's time for me to make enough money on this property to be able to pay my property taxes on time.
It's also time to finish the novel and put it to bed somewhere else. I'm ready to move forward. I'm ready to stop dreaming about the life I want and start working to make it happen. I figure I just might have fifteen or twenty years to make at least one of my dreams come true if I work real hard right now.
“An American Orwell”
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