Slog

This is turning into a slog.

Due to a lot of shenanigans, we needed to put a new roof on the house before the buyer would actually buy. Anyways, because of the whole tariffs thing, getting the metal out to the house has been a challenge. We’ve been moved out of it since Memorial Day weekend and living with my MIL while we’ve been waiting to officially close.

In April, the Netherlands passed rulings on their rental market to provide better protection for their renters. This in turn has made the market exceptionally volatile for people trying to use the DAFT visa to gain entry there. We now need 2 years of proof of having worked in the Netherlands to rent and 1 year of proof of having worked in the Netherlands to pull a mortgage.

I have sold my house and am living at my MIL just in time to be told that I can’t gain housing.

FML

I’ve been off social media in preparation of travel. Didn’t want anything flagged in TSA systems or whatever is going on right now. That and the internet is practically dial up at the speed it’s capable of here. If more than one person is using the internet, it can take several minutes for a picture to render on the screen. I’ve caught a golden window where I got the internet long enough to actual write on my blog, so I figured I’d run updates.

Anyways, the more we fight with this whole getting into a new country thing, the more everything falls apart. I am at this point genuinely looking at either Taos or Eureka Springs to move into just so that I have an art community I can put my stuff up in. It would suck to give up on the archaeology job after all the years and mental health crap, but I’ve finally had a couple of weeks to get back into painting and maybe back into my writing in the next few days and I cannot tell you how much happier I am for holding a paintbrush again.

Also, just refusing to look at the news at this point. I can’t take anymore stress. I look forward to talking with my author community friends on BlueSky once again. At some point soon.

We’re currently playing with the idea, if the Netherlands falls through, of a custom built house. One that we know doesn’t have lead, asbestos, or foundation issues. One that is close enough to a quaint touristy city center where I can walk and drop off product at little kitchy galleries.