The house sold.
I now have 28 days to find a new place to live.
In five days, I've gone from unpacking and settled to not knowing what's next -- but I am used to that.
One thousand and seven days ago, I wrote the first blog post here about checking into a Motel 8, standing in line behind a woman who had two convenience store bags as luggage. The manager of the joint listed strict rules who could be in the room and what would happen if the guidelines were violated. When he started his speech to me, I said I'd heard them and assured that I was a professional, an executive editor just minutes ago. He said it didn't matter and repeated his speech.
As I've written, finding a new place to live in Hayward, buying or renting, is virtually impossible. Consider the house I rented was never on the market and I found out it was up for sale five days ago. The house last sold in August 2020 for $140,000 and it's being sold for $194,500 just 18 months later.
So I'll pack what I had unpacked and move into a room at the Steakhouse Lodge, where I stayed during my first month in town. The staff are no longer staff but my Hayward family. I was invited to Thanksgiving and Christmas parties with them. Some of them have had me over for dinner.
At the same time, while working at the two newspapers where I'm general manager, I'll pursue two paths. The first is finding another rental but that's like looking for Sasquatch. You hear about an opening, you might spot a sign but it's fleeting and untrue.
I'll also seek to buy a home so I'm no longer a victim to the whims of the market. Someone is willing to co-sign for me as I have bad credit given what's happened over the last couple of years. I'll have to buy something small and imperfect and actually saw a Realtor today about a house.
The house is so small, it could move into me.
Thank you, ladies and germs.
The intent of this blog has never been to be a pity party. Just a journalistic timeline of what's happened to me. I'm no Debbie Downer -- although we have something in common -- neither of us can have children.
I'll find a way, with help from my Hayward family, to move forward. I've been through worse. And while I remain the luckiest man in the world, I'll be honest, I'm tired.
But now back to repacking.
Peace and certainty unto all of you my brothers and sisters.