So, I did something kind of dumb tonight. Not super dumb on the scale of the true idiocy I can get myself into, but pretty fucking silly when I thought about it. I spent a dozen dollars on a trio of succulents.

BFD, right?

Well, here’s the thing: I bought a dozen dollars’ worth of somewhat un-killable plants for a place that’s up for sale.

See? Kind of dumb.

On Saturday, I bumped into a huge “For Sale” sign at the front of my complex, a six-plex, if you will. Me, in a duplex and a four-plex across the path make up my little corner that eight of us inhabit. It’s been my home for the past five years. My home went up for sale and no one gave us a courtesy heads-up.

This, my dears, is something of a brick-shitter, in the sense that I live in a charmingly cheap place in an area I love whose real estate value has gone Space-X. What most certainly will happen is a developer will swoop in and buy the place, and pay us off to move out so they can tear it all down and build something pricier.

Welcome to the re-gentrification of an already gentrified area.

The suck part of this is:

1. I am not ready to move yet.
2. There is no way I will find something this good/cheap on this side of town.
3. I don’t want to go into another lease.
4. Wondering if/when this will happen and how fast I’m going to have to sort my shit out when it does.

After the initial “Holy fucking fuck! I’m so fucking fucked! What the fuck am I going to do?!?” reaction, I wave of calm came over me. This may or may not have occurred around the time I got the revised average payout for this area. (It did.) Funny how a few bucks can help you embrace change. Of course, the suck part of the potential bonus/buyout/payoff is that’s it’s taxable. Win some, lose some. (I did a fair amount of math this weekend.)

If you’re thinking I’m putting the cart before the horse, welcome to me. I know this can either go really, scary fast or never-gonna-happen slow, but the Type-A personality in me needs to have a Plan B, C and D prepared for any possible scenario. Once I got those sorted, I relaxed into the whatever of it. Push probably won’t come to shove for another six months or so. By then, I’ll be a little more ready. Right now, I’m just going to enjoy where I’m at. So, when I saw those cute little plants begging me to take them home, I didn’t think twice. It was only after I decided I was in love with them that I realized it wasn’t exactly a prudent purchase. You see, these were to be planted in the window box at my front door, something I had been planning to do for the past year (I’ve been really busy, yo). Twelve dollars’ worth of succulents for a place that will likely be torn down within the year (things move fast around here) is a silly purchase when you do think about it. I could have gotten a decent on-sale bottle of wine for that price, after all.

I bought them anyway. I brought them home with a smile and dug holes in the soil for them before I put any of the other groceries away…and then I planted them in their containers so I could easily take them with me when I’m given the heave-ho.

You think I’m going to walk away from twelve dollars’ worth of succulents? No way! They will be coming with me, wherever that ends up being. Until I figure that out, I’ll enjoy them where they are.