Having to give up driving

On Sunday afternoon, I was returning home from a Gaelic Football game whenever I suffered a meltdown, and only God’s grace prevented an accident. Then, yesterday – Tuesday, I was getting a taxi home from a bus from Belfast whenever I had a case of PTSD and grabbed the driver’s steering wheel impulsively. His response was, “Don’t do that, again! If you’re that nervous with my driving, you shouldn’t be driving, yourself!”

That was when it suddenly clicked. I CANNOT maintain a car with the income I currently have. I plan to sell my car by placing it at the car park of a local gift shop with a ‘For Sale’ sign that I ordered from Amazon. Hopefully, someone will buy it. The Car Salesman I contacted, who’s related to me, said the mileage is too high for him to trade the car.

However, I know that this is the last house on the street for me. Just like my own home. 😐

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My right palm is itchy

And that’s traditionally a sign that I will receive money. 🙂

Not only is there a possible job prospect, but there could be closure on the distribution of money that my gran had in the South of Ireland that me and my brother will discuss with our solicitor on Friday. And, also, my gran had life insurance with Royal Sun Alliance that I noticed in the bank statement that I requested to close.

No offers for marriage, please. I’m not gonna flash the cash; I’m no longer gullible. :p

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