Real estate mogul in the making

If this blog is to be true to its title, "What's going on in Amy's head," then I should discuss the plans Paul and I have for becoming land barons.

See, we were looking at renting a cabin in the Smokies when we go home for Christmas. The prices aren't really that bad, compared to prices for a hotel room in Knoxville. With a cabin, though, we'll have a fireplace and a kitchen and a hot tub and it will be just us and the mountains...and the people in the cabin ten feet away, of course, but we can pretend they're not there, right? So we were looking at the listings online and one of the web pages had a link labeled something like "Own your very own cabin!" and I thought, "Hmm." We're still making payments on our old house in Tennessee. It's sitting there full of junk, costing us money. If we sold that house and bought a house in the Smokies for a comparable price, we could continue making those payments we're already making, but those payments would be subsidised by people who rent the cabin. Hmm, indeed.

We're still a long way away from buying a cabin. Step one: Sell the old house. That could certainly take some time. We're talking about auctioning the house and contents just to get it over and done with. We're going home next weekend. It'll be the first time I've been in the Tennessee house since last Christmas. I wonder how many of the treasure I've collected will still be calling me to take them to Las Vegas with me. If I can let go of those old things and that old house, though, maybe I can make it to the next part of my life. It's just a temporary move away from Tennessee. The thought of owning a cabin in the Smokies is appealing on another level besides the monetary one. It's a foothold in Tennessee -- home. We will go home again. It may be a few years, but we're Tennesseeans and we'll be going back again.