Well, so much for trying to hold on to the idea that everything will be okay... Doc’s car had to get towed last week and we were waiting on a repair estimate, which came in over the weekend. It’s, uh, two to three times what his car is worth, so we’re going car shopping today.
We ended up agreeing that we have a house already but Doc doesn’t have a car, so let’s let that take priority and put the new house off for a few years. I was already worried about my job long-term and about upsetting Toby’s routine, so waiting just makes sense. (And honestly, the decision feels like someone canceling plans: Sure it was a fun thing you agreed to, but suddenly not having to do it? Hooray!)
Plus! We already secured a HELOC with a great interest rate to act as a down payment (so we wouldn’t have to show and sell the current house with Toby in it before we bought a new one; the things we do for our old man) so now we can use that to FINISH THE BASEMENT and I’ll be able to get a guest room after all.
This feels like the right decision but truly, everything that’s happened this summer has me like this:
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