My job is ending.
I am heartbroken.
For two months I have been sending out resumes, even before I knew it was ending, because it had been so slow, and I have received one email back letting me know that I was not selected to move forward.
I am unable to replace my income. My job was so niche that it just doesn't have a place anywhere else in this economy. The boyscout is retired so he is limited on any extra income.
We are looking at options but one option does not seem to be staying here. This city is not affordable. I have a good amount of equity built up in this house, equity that would serve me well in a more affordable city.
I am angry, so so angry and grieved. All the years of following the rules, giving it my best, being a loyal employee and business owner. I stayed out of debt. I lived well within my means. I've taken 2 vacations in the last 10 years. But it looks like I will be having to walk away from another home that I thought was going to be my last. That's what I get for thinking.
Right now it looks like, if I could get anyone to give me a chance, I could replace a little less than 1/2 my income. That ain't gunna cut it and somethings gotta give.
I am reminded of the story about the farmer that had several things happen to him and each time his neighbors came to commiserate or to celebrate, he would say, "This could be good, this could be bad. Who knows." While I appreciate what it is teaching....I'm just not there yet.