They have been going up and up lately. We’ve gotten so many letters from real estate people who want to buy our house, which is not for sale.
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Goodbye and Good Riddance 2021: Let’s Hope Next Year’s Variant is Better
Take stock, reflect, butch, moan, vent. We are all here for it.
Be wary. I have been getting text messages from strangers wanting to buy the house I haven't lived in since 2007.
Some people - much less ethical than you - would jump on that and sell. It's happened.
We wouldn’t do anything without a real estate agent.
Kate, that's a big year. What kind of work would you be looking for? I'm asking because I'm nosy, but also because I can keep my eyes and ears open for you.
Cindy, I'm looking for a position as a school librarian, ideally at the middle school or high school level. Thank you for keeping an eye out! I just lined up a Zoom interview for a school in Andover next week...
Kate, my sister-in-law is a middle school math teacher in Lexington, I'm happy to ask if she knows someone who needs a librarian!
Kate, I'll be happy to keep an eye out in Central MA, if you're interested.
Yes to both of you, Jessica and sj! I'm open to pretty much anywhere in the state.
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Hey, look! I finally managed to get my password issue sorted. Turns out, it would let me change my password with the incorrect capitalization on my username (recognized my email, etc.), but it wouldn't let me then sign on with said incorrect capitalization. Good times, good times.
Eh. It was a year. After looking to move since 2017, the events of recent years have us now stuck here until 2023 (AKA, high school graduation) at the earliest, by which time I'm sure interest rates will be insane, houses outside the city will have spiked, and houses inside the city decreased in value, so then I won't be able to afford to move, anyway. I don't have the space for the hobbies I'd like to do, and having two people working at home with one bathroom is...not great. I know, I know, first world problems, but you know what? I refuse to feel guilty about being miserable in my location. Guilt helps no one.
Yesterday, I took more winter coats out of storage that I'd put in there in summer of 2020, still foolishly thinking we'd be moving that year. I try not to think about being stuck here, especially as friends move away from the shitshow that is our fair city and the misery that is our grim and grey weather. (Our city has every downside of supposedly progressive politics you can imagine and has me team no one in terms of our city leadership, such as it is.)
So, you know. Not much else to say.