I hope all y’all can handle a bunch of moving posts, because that’s going to be what’s on my mind for the next few months. But I will definitely by writing about how these things are influenced by, and influence, my sobriety. In fact, I had a wonderful conversation with my friend Pam before my Sunday meeting in which she described her experience of changing cities in sobriety, getting a new sponsor, finding new meetings, etc.. I’ll cover all of that in great detail, I’m sure.
For now, the biggest thing that’s been weighing on my mind about moving has been figuring out what to do with my house. I own my home in St. Louis. It’s a nice house and in pretty good condition, all things considered. It’s about 90 years old, so it has a few issues, but by and large it’s a very good piece of real estate. I’ve been struggling with what to do about it. Sell it? Rent it out? I bought at the end of 2004, so before the bubble burst, but also before it had inflated to obscene proportions. If I sold the house today, I’d probably get back what I paid for it, but not the $40K I put into a new kitchen and new bathroom. But the idea of selling it is kind of breaking my heart. It’s been my home. And it’s a good investment to hold houses long-term.
However, I have had a hugely wonderful thing happen this morning. My office budget manager has had her landlord sell her house out from under her. She’s looking for a new place and wants one exactly like my house. She’s friendly, good with money (at least, good with the office’s money), has a good secure job, and wants a long-term place. She wants to rent from someone she knows. I told her I’d rent it to her at below-market rates for someone like her, just to have it occupied and not have to sell. We have a handshake agreement. She’s going to come look at the place and probably move in shortly after I move out. I couldn’t be happier about it.
So, everything appears to be going quite and very well for me at the moment. The incoming rent on my house will pay for the outgoing rent on a place in ECC (more or less), and I’ll be in good shape all the way round. It’s exciting to have thing settling into place. In the big tetris game of my life at the moment, this is like slotting one of those backwards-S shaped pieces exactly into a spot that makes a line vanish and doesn’t leave a gap. And that’s a pretty good move.