Friday, June 11, 2010

a second chance, maybe

Those who "know" me are aware of my desire to live in a downtown neighborhood where it is possible to live without driving a car.  I believe that oil addiction will soon change life as we know it, and society will reverse its trend of the past century.  Instead of spreading out to the suburbs, humanity will scurry back to the city core, giving up the extreme luxury of personal motor vehicles for much more healthy and sustainable mass transit, walking and biking. 

I love the idea of walking to the grocery store or farmer's market to buy fresh local produce.  I want to walk or bike to work.  How nice it would be to be able to attend the many downtown festivals, entertainment options and events without worrying about finding and paying for parking!   (How many times have I tried to attend events downtown and given up after not being able to park the car?)

The urban neighborhoods are expensive to live in, but three months ago I was informed of a rare opportunity- a Victorian house near downtown which was in foreclosure and being sold at the Sheriff's auction.  I was all set to bid on the house on the date of the auction when suddenly the house was withdrawn. 

After getting over the disappointment, I decided to examine myself in the house I am currently living in.  Did I appear to be on the verge of moving on to a new lifestyle?  No.  Instead, I appeared bogged down by accumulation of unnecessary, meaningless items- anchors preventing my ship from sailing.

I set out to change that.  I wanted to be light and flexible, ready to move with the flow of whatever opportunity might present itself.  I started the purging process, and tried not to be impeded by the nagging sense that my efforts fell short of perfection.

Imagine my shock when 2 days ago I went online to check out the status of upcoming Sheriff's auctions and found that the house I wanted has been added to the list of houses to be auctioned in mid July. 

Did this happen because I took the steps of preparing for change?  Well, we've all witnessed evidence of the laws of the universe, whether we know it or not.


Monogram Queen said...

I really think if it's meant to be - it will happen. I'm a FIRM believer in that. I'd love to see your dream come true. It's a dream of mine but I am not counting on it coming true for me until many many years but that's okay.
*Fingers,toes,eyes & legs Crossed*

Aurora said...

Dear Betty,
I absolutely believe that your actions were preparation now meeting opportunity.

GOOD FOR YOU!!! Very proud of you for what you did.

And see, now that front yard trimming looks quite prescient, doesn't it?





B.S. said...

Dear Patti,

Thank you for your support. I know you understand and relate!


B.S. said...

Dear Aurora,

Hah! I didn't even think of the front hedge trimming as being part of all this, but now that I think about it, I do believe you're right!!

The bidding is starting at a ridiculously low price, but the problem is that investors are sure to bid on it and drive the price way up, possibly beyond my limit. There is no limit to the top (winning ) bid. This is a rare opportunity in a fantastic location within a highly sought-after neighborhood, and there will be many bidders. It's a real long shot. But one never knows.....


Lynilu said...

Ah,, Betty, what good news!I'll keep my fingers crossed for your good fortune! Keep us informed!

B.S. said...

Thank you, Lynilu. I will keep you informed! It's possible that the house will again be withdrawn from the sale, and that can happen anytime prior to the day of.


Desiree said...

This is wonderful Betty! I'm so excited for you! Funny I haven't been to your blog in like forever because I really haven't been blogging in forever. Today I finally made my way back to blogland and I wondered about you and if you had ever been able to make that move. Well then I pop over to see and find out your exciting news! I really hope your dreams come true!!

Big Dave T said...

We really are a car culture, aren't we. I'd like to see that change too. I love riding my bike but it can be so dangerous at times. A bike rider commuter was killed near my home this past year and the distracted driver who hit and killed him barely got a slap on the wrist.

Here's hoping that you get the home of your dreams. What a roller coaster, eh.