Singlehood and Home Ownership - What a Journey!

 

OK...... OK OK OK OK OK OK OK .... OK.

I get it now.  I understand it.  I comprehend.  It makes sense.  I see the light. 

I realize just how money-syphoning, cash-strappingly wonderful, owning a home by one's self can really affect one's finances.

I thought it was problematic when I had to rip up the basement apartment floor 4 months after purchasing my house, due to the ineptitude of the "do-it-yourself-er" who "fixed" my place up to make it look more appealing.  I thought that was the end of my troubles (for the near-future, anyway).

Oh, the naivety of first-time home-ownership!

I have since discovered that my attic is a mess; again, caused by the same inept "do-it-yourself-er" numpty who worked on my basement apartment floor... and today I am having a company re-spray insulation (up to R-70); re-install roofing vents; re-install soffit; and-re-do other stuff as well.

Yes, this attic stuff is occurring today.  And during this process, I have just learned that, alas, the uber-inept numpty who totally messed up basement flooring, and who messed up attic insulation soffit (but did a great job painting all my walls white, by the by), has also done a bang-up-horrible job on my basement ceiling.  Absolutely atrocious.  A blatant misuse of whatever talents he thinks he may have.

Yes, now my basement ceiling must all come down.... but on the plus side, a drywall ceiling will be installed in its place, which meets fire code specs, etc.  Hooray.  Great stuff.

So anyway... being single, having one income, having just come off short-term disability from my last surgery, having 5 surgeries in the past 3 years (and thus adding up all the lost income due to time off work), and having just bought a house that--upon my home-inspector's approval that "it passed the snuff test"--is costing me more money than I have ever had in my bank account.... it is a lot to take in all at once (especially since I have basically discovered all this within the past month or so).

This is where instead of throwing my hands up in despair, I choose to trust that God will see me though this, and will provide the resources and help to move forward with the home repairs.  Although I am venting (obviously) I am not fretting.  Although I am seething just a bit (at the home inspector and numpty do-it-yourself-er), I am not worried.  Things will work out.  And even if they don't, or even if they work out in a way that is not the way I would like, I have a full eternity of fantasticness to make up for the few years of trial here on this earth.