Short


It’s tax time again. I don’t think there is a yearly event that I dislike more. This economic rut we seem to be stuck in is lasting longer than I think a lot of people were prepared for. As a real estate broker, I know how much real estate drives the economy and didn’t expect any kind of quick recovery, but I’ve had a hard time getting any kind of stability under my feet. I had bought a home that I wanted to move into 2 years after I bought it. I just wanted to get my son through high school first. I promised him “No big changes until you are graduated.” I figured I would move into that home and stay until my kids were a little older and more stable and possibly move my mom into it, because it was a one-story that could have accommodated her. Well, you know what they say about plans. Mine never happened. Mom wanted to stay close to church, friends, and doctors up north. I met Pete and married him. I tried to sell the home so I could be closer to mom as her need for caregiving increased, but finally had to rent it out to stop the economic bleed in my finances. Last year I had to admit to myself that it no longer made sense to be upside down in my finances every month paying mortgage, insurance, taxes, repairs, and homeowners association dues on a home whose rental income didn’t cover all of that. I was also doing the same with the condo I lived in with my son when I bought that house–all of this before I met Pete. After I married Pete, I was working as a broker and the work was getting harder and harder to come by and harder to do, so when I was offered a job with a start-up company with regular pay for consulting fees rather than straight commissions, it seemed like a great opportunity. Unfortunately,  the company wasn’t making enough money to pay me more often than not, but I enjoyed the work and was learning a lot, and it seemed like our big break was just around the corner. That company shut down last year. My husband was getting contracts, but like most people he was accepting less in pay than he was used to, and his clients weren’t paying him on time. All of this is probably familiar territory for people reading this. This economy has affected everyone in one way or another. Long story short. I sold my house last year as a short sale. I also sold the condo as a short sale. For anyone who doesn’t know what that means, I sold those homes for less than I owed the bank. There have been a lot of programs to help people keep their homes, but none of them are any help for homes that you don’t occupy. Those are considered investment homes and none of the HAMP, HARP or “whatever” programs apply to them. Now it is tax time and I am holding my breath that I protected myself enough. You get 1099’s for the difference between what you sold the house for and what you owed the bank. This is not the case with your primary property that you occupy (in the state of CA), but it is the case with investment homes. It’s especially hard dealing with taxes when you are also dealing with hard economic circumstances. It’s especially hard when the rules keep changing and are hard to understand, and sometimes even the experts don’t know the answers. I had a lawyer helping me with the short sales, but that is no guarantee of anything. So I hold my breath. It is a bitter pill to swallow as the homes I just let go would have paid for me to live anywhere I want and have some kind of retirement–they were part of my retirement strategy. Like millions of Americans I now find myself caught short.

You may be asking yourself how I deal with all of this. You may have a hard time reading this, because it is too much like your own stresses. You may be asking yourself how you are going to get through your own circumstances. My mom taught me to deal with life and all of its’ vagaries. Yesterday, I was digging through files in order to put my tax information together and I found a note from mom. She wrote it on a beautiful card with a pen and ink drawing she did of Mt. Tamalpais in 1984. I read it and cried. Mom is still giving me what I need even after her death. If you are struggling, maybe you will find some comfort in her words:

July 9, 2007

Dear Daughter,

   When things get too tough for me I have a standard mantra I repeat, “this too shall pass!” Whatever problems I may be facing today will eventually change–sorry, not always for the better, but they will change. Now, I’m learning to savor the moments of my life that are sweet. I have taken so much for granted over the years. For example, I use to love to walk out the door for my walk around the block–uphill, downhill, whatever. Now, I drive to a flat area to sort of toddle along to make sure I am exercised. I’m learning to pace myself to use the parts of the day when I feel best to accomplish something. Some days I feel good all day, some days I’m not so blessed. My point is, I’m trying my best to live life to the fullest, to be productive, useful and happy daily. Some days are easier than others, but that is life. I am especially blessed with loving children and grandchildren, good friends and a peaceful environment. I’ve wanted this kind of peace and contentment all of my life and have pushed to make it happen. I didn’t do it alone, however. God has been with me every step of the way. Even in my deepest sorrow, trouble, or pain I haven’t felt abandoned. I guess my faith in God and his unfailing love have been the moving factors in my life. I know with a certainty that God will be there guiding my steps even to the end of my life. Trust in God, He will never fail you.

Love,

Mom

Lost


I recently lost my mom. As I write, I am struck by my choice of words. There are so many ways to say that your mother died. She died, she passed on, she’s in heaven, and yet I chose the word “lost.” That is how I feel. Lost. I had so much to do before she died. I traveled one to two times a month from southern California to northern California (8 hours driving or about 75 minutes flying) to care for her. Usually I came for a long weekend, but occasionally I stayed a week. When she had pneumonia I stayed several days to nurse her. When she caught it a second time, I came for another week. When my brother and I moved her into assisted care, I came for a week to help sort out her house so we could get it ready to rent. When her level of care changed, I spent the night on a cot in her rooms so that I could train both her daytime and night-time caretakers to meet her new needs. When I wasn’t with mom, I spent endless hours on the phone talking to doctors, nurses, caretakers, ambulance drivers, her church, her friends, and hospice workers trying to make sure she was getting what she needed to keep her comfortable and well taken care of physically, emotionally and spiritually. I shopped for her, took care of her bills, and cried over the decisions that had to be made, sometimes daily, about her health and her finances. Luckily, my job wasn’t going well. The start-up company I worked for was floundering and running low on funds and eventually ran out of money and folded. This gave me no income most of the time and made it hard to do all the extra traveling to take care of mom, but more importantly, it gave me the time I needed to be with her and take care of her. That job ended 4 months ago and mom passed on to her new life 6 weeks ago. Now I am trying to figure out what to do with myself. I’m in my 50’s, okay I’m 54. I’ve spent my whole life living up to other people’s expectations, living up to my amazing mother who had the highest of expectations for me. I have a B.S., but haven’t worked in that field for over 30 years. I have a Real Estate Broker’s license, but am tired of the current state of Real Estate. This economy means walking into homes that are not being taken care of as depressed owners lose the hope of being able to make their house payments and wonder where they are going to live. Being a broker means meeting a sheriff for a lock-out and watching owners gather whatever belongings they can quickly load into their cars along with their families before the sheriff locks them out of the home the bank now owns. It means trying to correctly price a home for market only to have one down the street suddenly sell for $100,000 less than anything like it currently on the market.  I could get back into technical writing. I could go get a job at the local Trader Joes. I could do a lot of things. I am attracted to the idea of nothing, but I know that wouldn’t last long. Don’t get me wrong. There really are things that I want to do, but right now I’d like to just think about them. I am starting to make baby steps, but most of the action is in my head right now. I love to write and I love to paint. I have spent years doing neither, so that I could earn money and pay the bills. I was a single mom for 6 years and have been on my second marriage for 5 years. The last 5 years my husband and I have been in this tough new economy and just trying to tread water, regroup and figure out how to get by while we try to put together a plan to get us where we want to be. We have been in a whirlwind of helping our 5 children get on their feet and now our youngest is moving out. For the first time I will not be supporting children in my household. For the first time, the man in my life is encouraging me to do what I want to do. For the first time, I don’t have to worry about what my mother will think. What do I want to do? I keep thinking that I need to make money. We can’t make the bills on just my husband’s income. Then I think “NO!” That I need to stop making money the priority in my life; that I need to use the gifts and talents that God gave me; that I need to make a difference. That I need, I need, I need. . . . . What do I need? What do I want?