I Must Be Movin' On...

So, I talked to my landlord today while I was giving him the rent check, and he wants to move my trailer out of its space for a day or two so they can do some landscaping and put down gravel and stuff. Which, in theory, is something that I agree needs to be done, but, man, this idea makes me nervous. Quite apart from the inconvenience of having to find accommodation elsewhere while they're doing this, there's the fact that they'll have to disconnect and reconnect all the utilities. And the fact that I've got about twelve bookcases in there, none of which are bolted to the wall. Short of a massive effort which would involve moving damn near everything in my house, I have trouble seeing this happening without something getting badly broken.

This has got me to thinking, and mostly what it's got me to thinking is that I should just face up to it. It's time for me to move. I'm sick of living in this crappy trailer. I want to be a real adult and live in a real house. I admit, I fought this idea for a long time, largely because buying a house here in Socorro would be a lot like admitting that I was settled in here for good and was never going to move on to bigger and better things. But, honestly, at this point in my life... I'm comfortable with that.

There are still problems with this idea, though, things that make me groan to even think about it. First and foremost, I hate moving. I loathe it with a passion. The chaos, the disruption, the physical act of moving furniture, the dealing with utility companies... Plus, I have no idea what's even involved in buying a house. Honestly. I'm rotten with business stuff, bad with money, and have no concept of bargaining. All of which makes me feel deeply insecure about the whole process. On top of that, I'm currently debt-free for the first time in my life, and the thought of exiting that state and entering into the Land of the Mortgage does not hold much appeal to me. And, oh, yeah, I'd have to get rid of the crappy trailer. Which I might have trouble selling, because it's so damned crappy.

Still. I do think it's well past time. Sigh.