“Dread Ahead…”

I need to learn how to stop it or else I’ll get nowhere.

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Dread ahead….

I’ve always loved that phrase. Not just because it came from a man I once loved (but one of the many who dumped me) but because it was so descriptive of what I do.

Part of it means “to worry.” And that was something I learned from my father — a full time worrier.

Part of it means to think of the worst possible…whatevers.

I’m trying to find us a house in the area where I once lived and where I still have friends…and family.

My online searches are becoming a big part of my life. I think I’ve seen all the house in the Lehigh Valley that are in our price range — inside and out.

I know what I want — a ranch with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths, a smallish yard, fenced in would be nice. I do NOT want an above ground pool. And less than 6K a year in taxes.

Yeah, I want a lot…

But if we pick this one…We’ll need a big mortgage.

With this one we’ll still need someone to mow the yard (just not three acres) and shovel the snow.

This one has too much land.

This one only has two bedrooms.

Taxes are high on this one and I would never be able to afford it if something…