I can’t quite believe it. I thought I would be so excited and making plans to celebrate and maybe go on a trip or book an appointment at the dentist or be scanning Ebay for scooters or a new phone.
But, and I feel mean for feeling like this, I am just tired.
I had a lovely chat with my son this morning when I was trying to distract myself from wondering what else might go wrong. I told him that my lovely fantasy world was cracking up a bit. I needed to get back to feeling like a hero in my own life. ( intrepid artist living in village in south of Italy and surviving on selling paintings while enjoying the sun and lovely Italian people….and more.)
And I was doing okay . But this year every couple of months I would tell myself I can manage without one more thing and then carry on. Because I had so much of everything else…. it was just money wasn’t it…..
It has been an education in what a lack of money…longer term does. And I had a spare house to sell. So it could have been so much worse.
I am not going to talk about this any more. Hopefully tomorrow I will start to celebrate the fact that I have some ” power/money” to start a few little changes .
So back to being my own hero…..
I thought it was quite miraculous the way my house was sold. Not through advertising in magazines or online, not through promoting it on twitter , but because someone wanted to buy a little house in Pisticci so they walked around, saw my ” vendesi” sign on the door and called me. Someone who like me, walked in and it was love at first sight. So my most beautiful little house I ever owned is in good hands.
I even managed a walk up the pink brick road this afternoon and was only mildly puffing when I got to the top. ( Result!!)
Now I am listening to ” elegant jazz” with a glass of wine , candle lit and warm.