It’s been a while since my last post – partly because I now post pro photo-related content to my site at chrishutcheson.com, and also because I really haven’t had much to say. That’s partly because I’m preoccupied with (finally) getting my house ready to sell, hopefully by mid-April at the latest. I’m doing this to be able to focus on something other than house maintenance/expense now that I’m sliding into my golden years. It’s happening later than I’d originally planned (try 2014?) Given the crazy housing market in Toronto, though, I’d say that’s a good thing, as values keep increasing while credit rates stay low.

Of course once the house is sold the question becomes Where do I go from here? I’m still in a state of flux over this. I’ll probably know better once I see how much the house sells for. I’m confident I’ll do well – but I just don’t know how well. 

It’s pretty safe to say it’s unlikely I’ll be staying in Toronto.  At least for now, I don’t plan to buy another house or condo (IMHO, a hallway with a closet for the bed in the current market.) Rents in the city for the space I need are pretty steep. Sharing space isn’t an option. Currently under consideration are Owen Sound, Hamilton, and who knows…Costa Rica? Or perhaps an Airstream and no fixed address.

I’m looking at two forks on the road out of Flux – the safe route, and the adventure.

The safe route involves staying close enough to Toronto that I can continue to do what work I still have here. That includes 9-12 days of very lucrative teaching work, some paying photography work – mostly for the opera, and relatively low-profit web design. None of this is enough to sustain me, even factoring in part-time work, Canada Pension Plan and (yikes!) in the not too distant future, the Old Age Supplement, which sounds like something dietary, or an ointment. It does, however help pay the bills, and I like the work. Of course this is also the best way to maintain the friendships and connections I’ve made over the 40+ years I’ve lived here.

But then, maybe that’s just inertia speaking.

The adventure includes letting all that go, moving to a completely new and different part of the province/country and/or hitting the open road. These appeal in an adventurous sort of way, but reality intrudes. Can I afford to do this? What if it doesn’t work out? What will I have to give up? And, annoyingly (and so far  unnecessarily,) what if I need that valve job – particularly if it’s an emergency? In that hopefully unlikely event, what would happen to Bob the Dog?

Lots to think about – the kind of thoughts that wake me up at night while Bob the Dog snores placidly beside me.