Jul 14, 2011 13:36
As soon as I flew home to my condo in PA, I realized that I did not want to sell it.
Astor came over on Saturday to help me move all my things out of the storage unit into my place which I'd spent money I didn't have to have it fixed up and professionally cleaned.
I left stuff in a storage unit in FL that I'll have to drive down and collect. I should still be able to mail out books for my dad's correspondence course, but I have to check to see if I can legally do it if I'm not a Florida resident. Or if an instructor would even see it worth his time to answer students' questions over the phone.
If I *knew* I wasn't going to want to live in Florida, I would have taken a suitcase full of things back with me that would let me run the business. Since I didn't, I left thinking I would be back in less than a week.
My stepmother was upset of course. Her son will be back with his family from vacation soon and he tells me that she'll be well taken care of. Frankly, I think my stepmother had it in her head that I was going to take over for my father in everything, despite not ever being a lawyer, realtor, or teacher.
When I stayed with her, she refused to let me cook, clean, shop for clothing, or make any major decisions. She is a sweet woman, but I was a prisoner in her house. It was kind of too much to ask of me, since I really only got to know fer for four months. I helped her a great deal, but there's still more that she needs done. Her and Dad's personal income tax return mainly.
It's all just a headache. At least I have a room that I can rent out. I'm tempted to post it on Craigslist even though it could be nice for a furry to move in.