My gripes with the medical insurance industry are well documented. Now it seems homeowners and auto also want their chunk of the pie.
I've filed one... count it... ONE claim in my life, back in 2010 when a tornado hit my house, and the claim was minor, for only about $4,000 in damages.
Never and accident, never anything else.
I receive a notification today:
My truck has increased by $157 per six months, and my car has increased by about $153.
Why? Yes, I was rear-ended on 405 about a month ago, but I wasn't cited for that and the insurance company says I wasn't liable... and it was in the company van anyway, not even my personal autos.
The real kicker is my house... $795 last year... $1517 this year!

Why? The home is in a low crime area, not really subject to wildfires, earthquakes, hurricanes, or other random acts of God.
I'm not even really upset about it. Here lately I've just gotten so numb to prices skyrocketing overnight, I'm like... "meh".
$126 per month to insure a $70,000 house. Sometimes I look at these people living in tent cities and I think, "you know, if a fella could stay off the drugs, living with nothing might be the way to go...".
I mean... at the end of it all, what's the point anyway? You fork everything you work for to these people and when it's all said and done, you're just left holding the bag. Anyway. I'm not ranting. I'm not even surprised. It's just life in the 2020's I guess... I look around and people seem to be doing just fine. They be buying those million dollar doublewides like hot cakes, they drive around in the finest cars, and eat at the finest restaurants every day.
Here I see two America's. Bellevue and the tent cities under the I5 underpasses. I'm still somewhere in the middle, but for how much longer?
The scriptures say to give everything you own to the poor and follow Christ. I think about that passage often and wonder if all this is even worth it. Take your "American Dream" and shove it up your ass. I imagine myself living out of an old beater van, sitting on the Pacific ocean, watching the sun go down, my hair long, my skirt flowing. I won't smoke pot, but I might throw a few cheap burger patties on a grill. Hustle a little money here and there for gas, food, and the auto insurance (unfortunately even hippies have to have car insurance). But that would be it.
I see it all the time up here. It makes me smile. The last 12 months I have been in a major state of change. Fundamentally something is happening deep down in my core. My values are shifting, things that once mattered to me don't anymore. I'm not afraid to die, and ironically, this sentiment has manifested a change in me where it seems I'm also no longer afraid to live.
You know what... the more I think about it, I recall in our nightly prayer about a week ago, we asked for guidance regarding which direction we were to go in life. Do we return to our familiar roots, our house, our utilities, or... do we continue ahead into the unknown. Shall I cut the safety net? Let the place be, and remove myself from the equation? I'm completely off the radar here. Very few people actually know where we are at. We have no lease, we have no utilities in our name, my cell phone is a straight talk. Perhaps it is time.
Freedom..
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.