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Kudos to the tire guys. I bought new tires back in November last year, and was advised by friends that I should go somewhere else because the ones I got were considered expensive in comparison. I didn't take their advice. I am glad I didn't. They came to my home this morning, about ten minutes after I telephoned (I barely had time to brush my teeth), and aired up my tire enough to make it to the shop. They patched my front tire, checked the alignment, shocks, rotated my tires and had me on my way in 30 minutes without a dime from my wallet. It is worth the extra cost for service like that.

My friend, the realtor, is trying to get me to buy another house again. Her husband, a mortgage broker, swears that I am ready. The property values are soaring here. So many are moving into town that a home that sold for 120k last year is now selling for 180k plus. She said if I keep waiting, it will just get harder to do. I have a home. It is little and modest but it is mine. I pay less on my mortgage than I would if I rented. And much less than if I bought a larger home. She said I could get a room mate or an interest only loan. But I don't think I could live with another adult unless it was in the role of husband. And there isn't any takers now or seem to be on the horizon. My home now, fits my income. I don't want to be house poor. Interest only payments, make me question how smart that would be in the long run.

Maybe I am resisting change. I dunno. Or perhaps just scared of making the wrong choice. I see too often, people making what seems to be the right choice for them, only for them to realize they should have gone another way. Or stayed with what they never truly started to begin. Taking the comfortable route isn't always so good, either. Sometimes what makes us scared, uncomfortable, unfamiliar and nervous is what we actually need to truly move forward. I am confused. Funny how the torment of black and white appear in all of life's experiences. Eh?