05/15/2013

 Sorry.  Just relying on this method of expression to coax myself over this emotional hurdle.  I apologise in advance to those who must read this drivel.

Mike is not keen on renting the storage area, simply because it is more money.  I have no major issue with that, and it’s certainly something we can revisit if necessary. 

The room my mother is having enclosed at her house (that we will move into) will be chilly!  It’s more of a sunroom, so there will be no insulation or anything like that.  We don’t mind too much, it is absolutely freezing where we are for the same reason, but it’s still not something to look forward to in winter.  Still, we have heaters, and I will gladly pay the energy bills on the house, seeing as we’d be racking up the bill by using heaters, and because my mother doesn’t want to accept any board from us.  

We will need to buy one of those horrible clothes hanging racks on wheels.  They are cheap, but a pain in the ass and not very stable.  It’s alright, though.  There are bigger problems a person could have. 

Can’t remember if I mentioned in my last entry, but I find a nice little hidey hole for my car a few streets away.  Last night I was relatively calm, not insanely anxious, and this morning I smoked my cigarette while I walked to my car, took a walk around it to check for anything untoward (nothing) and was happily on my way to work.  I have parked it there again today, but tomorrow I think I will pick a different street.  Where I am parked is near a public area, not in front of anyone’s home, but I am sure the residents find it odd to see me pull up and then walk all the way down to the end of the long street, and out of sight.  That sort of thing would make me feel slightly uncomfortable to see.  

I will just find a few more hidey holes and keep putting my car in a different place each night.  That will keep me relatively calm and put a stop to my paranoia.  On Tuesday morning I was convinced that I would find my brakes tampered with, which is a pretty good indicator that I am losing my marbles.  My neighbours are petty assholes, but I don’t believe they are malicious enough to do something so dangerous.

I think I have sold my lamps (again).  I had a previous potential buyer, but they had a change of heart.  I am waiting to hear back from this one, and it would be very nice to get rid of those.  M needs the space to put some other stuff, as part of his packing.  Also, the $40 would come in handy!

I am feeling bad because I have been so distracted this week and haven’t finished putting together the information that is needed to continue processing M’s affidavit of support for me.  I have just now worked on the letter some more, I have part of the documents copied, and the remaining documents in an envelope for me to take to work and photocopy tomorrow.  I really need to write the statement for M to sign about why he hasn’t filed any US or AUS tax returns in 3 years (because he has had no income).  I can print that tomorrow, too and bring it home for him to sign.  

I am just nervous that they will deem us not to have enough assets to qualify.  That would mean asking for a co-sponsor, and the only person capable of doing that is Tyler.  He is already doing more than enough for us by agreeing to let us move into his house, I would be very upset to have to ask him to do this also.  I am hoping that we can convince them that we are genuine when we say that M will go back first to find work, while I continue to generate an income in Australia.  Please cross your fingers, say a prayer, or send a good thought for me.  

Thank you to all who have been supporting me on here, I am truly feeling loved and cared about this week and any gesture you have made, no matter how small, has been well received and appreciated.