My farm sold, finally. 10 months on the market. That's why I found myself standing in line inside the infamous California Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) last week. Attempting to get my California driver's license reinstated. $28, 18 questions, one photo, one thumbprint and one hour later, success was mine.
Selling the farm came down to the wire. In another month I was going to start short sale proceedings with my lender. Given the current climate of short sales and foreclosures, I wasn't looking forward to having to go that route, but at some point you just have to stop the bleeding. Fortune smiled on me in late September by bringing a buyer, actually, a young couple with a baby looking for a piece of land and a future for their growing family. Both sides bargained hard, and in the end everyone was satisfied.
I took off 3 days from work, and, coupled with a weekend, and the help of Sam and Ari and Adrienne and my brother, managed to fly to Portland, rent a truck, pack the house and load it onto the truck and drive it back down to Roseville. I must face the fact that I am getting too old to continue doing these majorly physical things. It wore me out. It was also an emotional roller coaster ride, and that always sucks the life out of you.
But, now I can say, BEEN THERE DONE THAT. My Oregon dream is over. I'm awake and back in California. What's next for me? Who the hell knows.