This old house.
Purchased in 1990.
I moved in in 1994.
He moved out in 2007.
Remodeled, recarpeted, pool, spa
Luscious morning glory vines.
And over 3 years, slowly I stopped doing anything to the house
Because my inability to pay for it became a source of trouble.
And then there were deals, lots of deals
My lenders are bottom feeders, I always thought.
suddenly it dawned on me this morning,
that they have houses and families too
In this economy, everyone is trying to stay afloat.
I don’t sleep as well as I did
when I had a mortgage
there is a price to be paid.
I’m not getting off scot free.
So, last Wednesday, I am in court for one. more. last. ditch effort
To save this old house.
And the case is postponed.
Like it has been for more than 2 years.
And the government has another new plan.
And I wait.
I have done nothing to this old house in the last 6 months,
because I’ve been too sad.
Facing the likely fact that we will be going somewhere else.
But, we’ve been hearing this for a long, long time.
So I write a statement purpose for this house today.
If I can’t live here,
someone else will.
And, I weeded, and I dusted, and I decided.
That I would love this house, and get it ready for the next family.
Not putting in money I don’t have.
Putting in time, energy…to change the lightbulb,
fix the flower garden, clean the lime stained porch.
Because the next family who lives here…
I want them feel my love.
And who knows?
It could be us.
(A small break from running this week. I ran twice, and my shoes are completely ruined on the heels. My coach got word that I have a vicious heel strike (funny how this internet life is really life, after all), and I am off to look at shoe options on Wednesday.)