Me, blog…?

Times, they are a-changin’… It’s been so long since I wrote anything in this here little blog of mine; I’ve pretty much forgotten how to do it. I suppose basically having nothing to say is the main culprit behind my absence, but that’s just me passing the buck. There have been many times in the past when I had nothing to say although I used to be able to rile my lazy-ass butt up enough to write the nothing. I guess this lack of life lust that I’ve acquired recently (“recently” is admittedly an arguable choice of words here) has taken its toll. Oh well, screw it. I may not have much to say, but I’m back and I’ve decided to say it…

As I mentioned at the start of this posting, times – at least for me – are currently going through a rather unexpected (well, possibly “expected” yet very much un-chosen) state of major flux. My connections back at my home in Colorado have deteriorated to such a degree that it is now vividly apparent that Colorado is no longer my residence of note. Without getting into too many details (no sense in further piquing an already seemingly tense situation) I’ve decided to hand over control of my Colorado property to a property management firm. This way, rather than being forced to continuously deal with upkeep on a house that my future return to is at best questionable, I can leave the hassles up to the experts and at a minimum (hopefully) get some help on making the mortgage payments.

What this means, of course, is that I will (well at least I plan to) be taking on the role of landlord where the property management team becomes responsible for renting out my house as well as taking care of any and all related maintenance. They (I’m currently thinking of using PML) sent me an “Owner Packet” describing their services and it appears that this should be possible … at a cost, I’m sure. I guess the game now becomes weighing these costs versus any potential monetary income (rent) and trying to decide if it’s worth all the hassle.

Option #2 on the table doesn’t seem very fiscally prudent in the current market; however I could just bite the bullet and sell the house. Having only owned the place for a bit over eight years with two rounds of refinancing already completed (including adding the cost of a brand new LT1 engine for a car I no longer own during round 2) it’s a miracle that I’m not one of the rather large percentage of people in this country that are currently underwater in their mortgages. Don’t get me wrong here – I’m barely skimming the surface; however I am slightly on the breathable side. I do however doubt that after realtor fees and closing costs and blah blah blah I would walk away from that deal with any profit that could be accounted for with a positive figure. Unfortunately I do need to keep this option available … I’ll discover more in a couple of weeks when the PML meeting is scheduled. After they’re able to see the place and hear exactly what I’m looking for; I should be able to get a much better idea about associated costs and hopefully possible influxes…

Whatever the case, I have already begun the various procedures required to officially change from a Coloradan to one of those ever-abundant Californians. Not like they need any more people here in southern California but I suppose I am now forcing them to make room for one more. And here I was spouting time and time again that I would never actually move to California. Sure, I was willing to swoop in from time to time in order to continue making a living; but NEVER was I going to move here. My official address is now in the 91360 zip code … funny how plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines are so often the case in reality … or is it just me…?

And for those in the know with this country’s zip codes, 91360 is not Camarillo. Nope, I am now living in a fascinating, rather small as rooms go, bedroom in Thousand Oaks. It’s in a house although I’m not claiming to “live” in the house as much as reside in a room. Perhaps it’s just my unrealistic opinion on the definition of the term “living”; however basically spending 99.9% of the time I am home in my designated little walled-off area of occupation isn’t much of what I would call a life. Don’t get me wrong here, the rent’s good and there’s really nothing wrong with any of the other people that also choose to reside in various other rooms of this domicile; it’s just not how I envisioned spending the years of my life where I had finally obtained a capacity to – as I had envisioned it – live my life without being shackled by the constraints of past. But you never completely break the shackles now, do you…?

But I digress. I didn’t come here today to babble on about the philosophies associated with not living up to often ignorant (or at least misguided) ambitions of youth. No, anyone who’s been lucky enough to live beyond their youth is already well versed in that course. I’m just here today to say that I’m still here. Will the postings begin returning more often? I don’t know … it seems that I’m expecting to be having quite a bit of time for it in the near future if I so desire though…

bis später,

Coriolis