I haven’t been bloggin what I’ve been reading… I need to digest it. I was up last night from around 1.30AM to around 3AM worrying about our finances. We’re not bad off, but not great. Michael’s job can’t be shipped overseas, but it depends on people having extra money to throw around, and so our income depends greatly on the state of the world, in an indirect kind of way.
Part of me thinks we should have stuck it out in WV, homesteaded, done for ourselves. We would have had few worries when what our nation has built in cards comes tumbling down on our heads.
The other part of me thinks we’ll be just fine where we are.
I dislike insomnia. I dislike waking up and having nothing to comfort my thoughts, and then my thoughts spiral out of control and turn into bigger worry.
What a way to start the new year. L’Shana Tova my friends.
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I have the exact same fears about Chris’s employment. He restores rich dudes old cars. If all of a sudden these guys are tightening their pocket books, this luxury item will surely be the first to go.
I just hope we can hunker down and make it through.
I am thankful that Oklahoma isn’t going to be as affected as other parts of the country, our banks and housing markets learned a lot of lessons from the oil bust of the 70s & 80s. Financial markets here just didn’t take the same risks.
You can always go homestead again if things get rough enough. That is our final emergency plan, to move to the cabin in the mountains that my family owns, get some chickens and start a garden. I figure with my sewing skills and Chris’s mechanical skills, we will be able to set up trade for anything me might need. It sounds all apocoliptic, but I really think of that stuff late at night when I can’t sleep.
We can’t head back to WV, I don’t want to get into it, but it’s no longer an option as far as having a home to go to and land to live on.
I like where we are, but SoFl is a builders market. It relies heavily on tourist trade, new families moving in, etc.. My city is all about how it looks, so we can’t plant in the back yard (hell, we have one of the biggest back yards in our development – a development full of zero property lines, we happen to be on a corner so we almost have a double lot) or bring in livestock.
I don’t mean to sound apocalyptic either, and I don’t think we’re headed there… but our current generations are not equipped for a Great Depression the way our ancestors were in the 20s. We just can’t handle it, we don’t know how to live that way.