shadowmoss
5-29-13, 1:51pm
Subtitled: Ok, now you have it, so why does it feel so icky.
Not really a family thing, but it is a relationship thing, with myself. In the finishing thread it came up that I'm not in Honduras anymore and am now living in Phoenix working a new job. This new situation has me struggling with a lot of issues that I thought I already knew the answers to. The Short story is that on January 31 I was cut from the contract in Honduras. I was ready to leave, but had planned on working at least a couple of months more to get savings built up. I got back to the States on February 15. My stuff got shipped out the day prior. I had it shipped to my storage units (yes, 2...) in Missouri as that is where my Mom is and I had no idea where I would be when it finally got here. In fact, it arrived a week ago and Mom supervised the loading of everything into the storage unit. In Missouri. I'm in Phoenix.
There were a couple of crazy months where my contractor boss attempted to have me make a transition to a different type job. The supervisor on the ground there (Chicago) decided I had to do the manual labor on top of tall buildings with the guys in the middle of winter for 16 hr days 6 days a week. I'm a geek, not a laborer. At 59 yo, I was not going to attempt to go from a lifetime of desk jobs to keeping up with fit younger males just to keep a job. So, I left. Luckily I got this current job a week later as I had been sending out resumes all along.
So, that is the background. Since I've been back I lived out of my Jeep Wrangler for most of that time. The Jeep isn't allowed to rent a trailer since it is a soft top (don't really understand that...), so I couldn't even just bring along a U-Haul trailer of stuff. I am in a 1 br apartment with a very small subset of my stuff. My reaction has been strange even to me. I miss my stuff! After years of having 3 of everything I suddenly don't have the simplest of things. My cooking choices were a plastic plate I picked up a WalMart or a stainless saucepan I got at the same time. Can't microwave a metal saucepan (microwave came with the apartment), can't cover the plate. I only had my one bath towel and 1 dish rag. Ok, I can cook one pot meals in the saucepan, but I have nothing to store the leftovers in to take in to lunch at work.
I have no money because my house in Nashville needed renovations (deadbeat tenant had parts condemned...) before I can sell it. I used all the savings from Honduras to pay for that. Now it turns out that the contractor friend who did the work for me decided he knew more than the codes folks and didn't do the work to code. They can make me redo it, and I don't have any money left to do that. And I can't sell the house. This is all still in negotiation.
So, I have a good job, but am not making nearly as much as I was. The storage units cost me $1k/year. The house is $325/mo plus insurance and property tax. And I'm in a nice apartment with reasonable rent that is 2.5 miles from work. I could bike it, but a bike costs money. So I drive the Jeep. Every decision I have made attempting to live a simple life seems to have complicated things more, and the part that is simpler - the few possessions I have with me - seems to be more frustrating than freeing.
This turned into a whine session, and I'm sorry. Truly I do spend most of my days giving THANKS for what I have. I'm not in a 3rd world country anymore. I have a job. I just seem to not be making good decisions somewhere along the line. For context, I joined this board when it was just one long list of topics. I'm thinking 3 versions ago? I'll have to look at my blog to see what year it was. So it's not like I haven't had examples and such. I read YMOL back then as well.
Not really looking for advice, although any offered will be gratefully considered. Figgie Girl just said she would be interested in hearing how I'm struggling with simple living. She asked the time and I built her a watch. :)
Not really a family thing, but it is a relationship thing, with myself. In the finishing thread it came up that I'm not in Honduras anymore and am now living in Phoenix working a new job. This new situation has me struggling with a lot of issues that I thought I already knew the answers to. The Short story is that on January 31 I was cut from the contract in Honduras. I was ready to leave, but had planned on working at least a couple of months more to get savings built up. I got back to the States on February 15. My stuff got shipped out the day prior. I had it shipped to my storage units (yes, 2...) in Missouri as that is where my Mom is and I had no idea where I would be when it finally got here. In fact, it arrived a week ago and Mom supervised the loading of everything into the storage unit. In Missouri. I'm in Phoenix.
There were a couple of crazy months where my contractor boss attempted to have me make a transition to a different type job. The supervisor on the ground there (Chicago) decided I had to do the manual labor on top of tall buildings with the guys in the middle of winter for 16 hr days 6 days a week. I'm a geek, not a laborer. At 59 yo, I was not going to attempt to go from a lifetime of desk jobs to keeping up with fit younger males just to keep a job. So, I left. Luckily I got this current job a week later as I had been sending out resumes all along.
So, that is the background. Since I've been back I lived out of my Jeep Wrangler for most of that time. The Jeep isn't allowed to rent a trailer since it is a soft top (don't really understand that...), so I couldn't even just bring along a U-Haul trailer of stuff. I am in a 1 br apartment with a very small subset of my stuff. My reaction has been strange even to me. I miss my stuff! After years of having 3 of everything I suddenly don't have the simplest of things. My cooking choices were a plastic plate I picked up a WalMart or a stainless saucepan I got at the same time. Can't microwave a metal saucepan (microwave came with the apartment), can't cover the plate. I only had my one bath towel and 1 dish rag. Ok, I can cook one pot meals in the saucepan, but I have nothing to store the leftovers in to take in to lunch at work.
I have no money because my house in Nashville needed renovations (deadbeat tenant had parts condemned...) before I can sell it. I used all the savings from Honduras to pay for that. Now it turns out that the contractor friend who did the work for me decided he knew more than the codes folks and didn't do the work to code. They can make me redo it, and I don't have any money left to do that. And I can't sell the house. This is all still in negotiation.
So, I have a good job, but am not making nearly as much as I was. The storage units cost me $1k/year. The house is $325/mo plus insurance and property tax. And I'm in a nice apartment with reasonable rent that is 2.5 miles from work. I could bike it, but a bike costs money. So I drive the Jeep. Every decision I have made attempting to live a simple life seems to have complicated things more, and the part that is simpler - the few possessions I have with me - seems to be more frustrating than freeing.
This turned into a whine session, and I'm sorry. Truly I do spend most of my days giving THANKS for what I have. I'm not in a 3rd world country anymore. I have a job. I just seem to not be making good decisions somewhere along the line. For context, I joined this board when it was just one long list of topics. I'm thinking 3 versions ago? I'll have to look at my blog to see what year it was. So it's not like I haven't had examples and such. I read YMOL back then as well.
Not really looking for advice, although any offered will be gratefully considered. Figgie Girl just said she would be interested in hearing how I'm struggling with simple living. She asked the time and I built her a watch. :)