• May
    3

    It Felt Like a Punch to the Gut

     

    1:30 am. Sleepless again. And exhausted. Why? Because at dinner last night I found out I have to move by the end of the month.

    Earlier, Phillipa and me had discussed how long I was hoping to stay here (until the end of August). At that time I found out I couldn’t, that the end of July was the best she could do and this was because many relatives were due to arrive in August. I was disappointed, but agreed. At least, I felt, I would have three months to recoup and get my work life on track again.

    At the same time, two of the daughters came to visit and I met them. I had an odd encounter with one of them. She informed me she was planning to move in and I’d taken her spot. It was a strange attempt at humor and a lot of drama. I had no idea what was going on. I felt confused, uncomfortable and returned to my room.

    A couple of hours later it was dinner time and I went downstairs to meet Phillipa and Tim. While at the table, Phillipa turned to me and said: “It is with great sorrow and regret that I have to ask you to move out at the end of this month.”

    The shock of that statement hit me like a punch to the gut. I lurched forward in shock and my mind gasped: “No!”

    I barely heard the explanation that followed, which was, the daughter was planning to move in for a while, but not until September when her house sold. Yesterday that time frame was moved up because the real estate agent felt he had found someone to buy the property. This meant she had to move out sooner. All of that spilled over to me, here, now, and I have to move again.

    Sitting here, several things are crystal clear: “I cannot do this again.” “I cannot put myself through the agony I went through last month.” This time around I have to use a different approach and a big part of this is to ask for help instead of trying to do everything myself.

    Coupled with that is surrender. Surrender, because I simply do not have the endurance or physical strength right now. I need time to recover and to look for writing work again.

    Still, I knew I could do something that didn’t take much time or effort. I posted a new ad on Used Victoria, Kijiji and Craig’s List. I’ve also posted my ad below. I hope that as my readers, one or more of you will have some solutions for me.

    WANTED: Freelance Writer Looking for Short-Term Accommodations

    I’m looking for a one-bedroom, studio or small house from May 31 to August 31 in either Victoria, Esquimalt, James Bay or Oak Bay. I’m looking for a place with cooking facilities and Internet as I need this for my work. I’m quiet, reliable and I’m looking for the same. I don’t have any pets, I don’t use drugs or alcohol and I’m a non-smoker. I also have great references.

    My price range is $500/month with utilities included. .

    A better option for me would be house-sitting if possible.

    What I offer is:

    • Business writing services.

    • Internet marketing for an online business, including website design and configuration, shopping carts, setup of an autoresponder and implementation of an email marketing program.

    • Studio photography and retouching of photographic images and can build web galleries.

    • If you want to learn how to write for magazines I can show you the methods I’ve used for the last 15 years. If you follow what I have to show you you’ll find out how to make money online.

    I’ve been a home owner in the past and I’m able to handle light repair work such as: Painting, basic plumbing, some electrical and cleaning. Thanks in advance for your consideration.

    And beyond this, I’m looking for writing work. To see what I can do, have a look at my writing portfolio. I offer the ability to create press releases, squeeze pages, Internet marketing, list building, technical articles. “how-to” articles, help menus, manuals and travel information. I’m also open to joint ventures, as well.

    So that’s it. Not the post I’d intended to write. Several things are crystal clear: Acceptance and surrender. Surrender because the only other choice is resistance and that leads to only one thing – suffering. And I’ve had enough of that.

    If any of you can help me, either with a place to stay or some work you can send my way, please let me know.

    Thanks in advance.

    © Nathan Segal

    3 Comments
 

3 responses to “It Felt Like a Punch to the Gut” RSS icon

  • Well, things just became worse. I just found out that I really don’t have until the end of the month as I thought, that they now want me to move out sooner and from the look of it, within days. If any of you know of a place that I can go to, I’d really appreciate hearing about.

    Thanks.

  • Hi Nathan, I may have some writing work for you – I’ll send you a message.

  • Thanks, Andrew. It would be much appreciated.


Leave a reply

Archives