2 months ago, we started to look for an investment. Little did we know that we'd move to a new place and disrupt our lives so fundamentally. They say it's good to get out of your comfort zone and take risks. Okay, maybe, but it sure isn't feeling good.
It seems like we've been waiting perpetually for the other shoe to drop and we're in Imelda Marcos' closet during an earthquake.
I suppose with 7 (gasp) rental units, this would be expected, the constant running after the late paying renters and all their "concerns".
When I used to wait tables, I could leave work and completely forget about it. Now, I feel like this "business" we've embarked on takes up all my brain's real estate making me distracted at my job, unfocused at home, and banal on the blog.
Fried, burned out and broke. Plus it's Wednesday. Sigh.