I think the original plan is best.

My ex wife called and nicely asked if I would pay off a past debt of 1200 we had many years ago, in the form of 300 a month. I said sure. I'm not going to lie it's hurting me but I don't have a problem doing what's right. 900 more to go. My mother is leaving me her house when she goes and it would be stupid not to live in it, but at the same time Florida is a place I'm having a really hard time being in. Not even my kids wanna be here. It's the heat, traffic, overpopulation, cost of everything etc. The only conclusion I reached is maybe selling it and hitting the road West and North. This is tropical here, a concrete swamp jungle with crazies. I mean I listen to born on a bayou from ccr all the time 😂. Maybe I'll actually find a lady my age or close enough to it and just stay. Maybe I won't. I don't even know. And when I die the house will be hers beings my kids don't want it. Life is hard, I'm trapped, but also blessed and I think things will be good one day. Whether here or in my pickup on the road. Either way I'll have my guitars to play. Maybe I'll just stay here, grow my own veggies in the backyard, build a rabbit hutch and tend to gardening. I do love that idea. Gardening, working on my old Buick and pickup, jamming out to good music, having a little red wine with dinner.