Synchronicity
I thought I'd go for a bit of a drive yesterday to pay my lovely mechanic up where I used to live. I love my mechanic (in the "he's amazing with my car" way. Gods, English...). Was the last bill I had to pay, so I'm now completetly debt free. I like that.He was pleased to see me, apparently. So pleased that he offered a service to my new car on the spot. "Right now. Give me 45 minutes." I figured he's missed me. after all, the work that had to be done on my Tarago over the 2 years before I moved down here paid for a new drywall in his workshop, and new uniforms, too, apparently.
Anyway, so I went for a walk through Pomona, thought I'd drop in on my real estate agent. Bought my house from them; they sold my house for me. We socialised.
So, I'm thinking I'll take "lost my house" off my 2005 list as a "failure". Apparently, I sold at just the right time.
They're planning to build a freeway 100 metres from my old house.
I knew I'd moved at the right time, but, sheesh.
Oh, and Andrew (my mechanic, obviously; keep up) thinks I made an excellent purchase. And undercharged me. Actually, I'm thinking an hour's drive up there every 5000kms or so is not too much trouble. It's hard to find a trustworthy mechanic these days...
posted by Heather @ 7:33 am
1 Comments:
>>So, I'm thinking I'll take "lost my house" off my 2005 list as a "failure". Apparently, I sold at just the right time.
That's a good. Living next to a freeway would mean lots of noise and smog. (I should know, I live next to a main road...dust lots of dust..)
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