It's really happening
Feb. 4th, 2025 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beltaineladyI haven't finished my first cup of coffee, so I know this is all very disjointed.
I've given notice to my landlord.
I'm packing up boxes of books that my daughter is taking, along with the coveted bookcases.
The estate sale is set for 2/21-22.
I won't actually be leaving until some time after that, so I wonder what will happen if someone buys my stove or fridge. Well -- at least I have a working fridge and stove in the motorhome -- ONCE IT GETS BACK HERE.
The MH is having its rear brakes replaced and some sensor as well.
So this whole "move into the MH" thing is doubly difficult when said MH isn't here for me to determine just how much I can take with me. It should be back this week.
The anxiety-inducing part of all this (besides the "OMG I'm doing this?!" stuff) is that gas prices are going to soar. Our economy is crashing. I depend on SSDI to survive, and it seems like this regime wants to take that away too.
Do I divest the estate 401k and turn it into liquid funds? I'm already considering changing all the high- to medium risk investments into low-risk but now I'm really feeling as though I need to basically take the cash and run. It's not a huge amount, but it's something. Can I actually wait a few more years until I'm at that 59 1/2 years old point so as not to get a larger tax hit?
UGH.
I absolutely hate that I'm here to watch this happen. I hate that my visions come true. I hate that I never seem to have visions of wonderful things occurring, only doom and gloom. Oh, Cassandra.
And then there's the whole feeling of -- how much do I really want to survive this?
I mean .... if I have to, I can hunt. I know how to field dress a deer (old friends, remember the sledgehammer story?). I know how to skin a rabbit/squirrel. I know how to clean fish. I choose not to do these things.
I am researching how to grow food in an RV. A small hydroponic system will be enough to keep me in vegetables and herbs. It's just me and the dogs, and I also know how to make dog food from whatever I have. I feel like a prepper to a certain extent, though I should have been prepping for the past 10 years. I knew this was coming but didn't "prep". (I can't be a hoarder, basically. It felt like giving in, plus the whole "was I right about this?"
I've given notice to my landlord.
I'm packing up boxes of books that my daughter is taking, along with the coveted bookcases.
The estate sale is set for 2/21-22.
I won't actually be leaving until some time after that, so I wonder what will happen if someone buys my stove or fridge. Well -- at least I have a working fridge and stove in the motorhome -- ONCE IT GETS BACK HERE.
The MH is having its rear brakes replaced and some sensor as well.
So this whole "move into the MH" thing is doubly difficult when said MH isn't here for me to determine just how much I can take with me. It should be back this week.
The anxiety-inducing part of all this (besides the "OMG I'm doing this?!" stuff) is that gas prices are going to soar. Our economy is crashing. I depend on SSDI to survive, and it seems like this regime wants to take that away too.
Do I divest the estate 401k and turn it into liquid funds? I'm already considering changing all the high- to medium risk investments into low-risk but now I'm really feeling as though I need to basically take the cash and run. It's not a huge amount, but it's something. Can I actually wait a few more years until I'm at that 59 1/2 years old point so as not to get a larger tax hit?
UGH.
I absolutely hate that I'm here to watch this happen. I hate that my visions come true. I hate that I never seem to have visions of wonderful things occurring, only doom and gloom. Oh, Cassandra.
And then there's the whole feeling of -- how much do I really want to survive this?
I mean .... if I have to, I can hunt. I know how to field dress a deer (old friends, remember the sledgehammer story?). I know how to skin a rabbit/squirrel. I know how to clean fish. I choose not to do these things.
I am researching how to grow food in an RV. A small hydroponic system will be enough to keep me in vegetables and herbs. It's just me and the dogs, and I also know how to make dog food from whatever I have. I feel like a prepper to a certain extent, though I should have been prepping for the past 10 years. I knew this was coming but didn't "prep". (I can't be a hoarder, basically. It felt like giving in, plus the whole "was I right about this?"
