Jamir
I come and go
- Aug 7, 2001
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About 8 years ago, my grandma got very sick. After years of caring for my grandpa who died of Parkinson's Disease, she had fallen ill to cancer and needed care, herself. I was more than willing to jump in there. I moved in with her and did what I could. But not long after moving in, she took a turn for the worse and had to go to the hospital. She asked me to stay at her house to take care of it. It was a great house. A nice little ranch in the suburbs with 4 bedrooms and a garage that motor bikers only dream about. It has a huge basement that just begs to have a musician utilize it as a studio and rec room. But alas, when she died, I was not in a place where I could buy it. I was heart broken when my parents sold it.
Sometimes I would drive by it and remember all of the good times I had there. I would be sad when they painted it a different color or made a change to it. I heard that it went up for sale and once again, I had just bought a house so I could not really buy it. I heard that the daughter of the neighbor had bought it. That was great. They were great people and to know that the house was going to a deserving family made it a little better.
Well, a few months ago, it went on the market again. Once again, newly divorced, my credit sucks and I am not ready to get it. But I want it so I decided to try. They were asking a little much for it so I made an offer. It was shot down. I was crushed again. Looks like owning this house is not in my cards.
Then the girl who owned it called me up. She said that she wants me to have the house. They have to have a certain amount out of it to pay it off though. They had to move because they have 5 kids and two of them are autistic and need a special school. I explained that my credit is blemished because of my divorce and she said that she could help me anyway. So they are renting me the house for a year until I can get a loan. But as she put it, the house is mine. She said I could do what I wanted. they did not make me pay a deposit. She knows that I am not going to destroy my grandparents' house.
So to sum it up, in my pocket right now is the key to the house of my dreams. Life does not always suck.
Sometimes I would drive by it and remember all of the good times I had there. I would be sad when they painted it a different color or made a change to it. I heard that it went up for sale and once again, I had just bought a house so I could not really buy it. I heard that the daughter of the neighbor had bought it. That was great. They were great people and to know that the house was going to a deserving family made it a little better.
Well, a few months ago, it went on the market again. Once again, newly divorced, my credit sucks and I am not ready to get it. But I want it so I decided to try. They were asking a little much for it so I made an offer. It was shot down. I was crushed again. Looks like owning this house is not in my cards.
Then the girl who owned it called me up. She said that she wants me to have the house. They have to have a certain amount out of it to pay it off though. They had to move because they have 5 kids and two of them are autistic and need a special school. I explained that my credit is blemished because of my divorce and she said that she could help me anyway. So they are renting me the house for a year until I can get a loan. But as she put it, the house is mine. She said I could do what I wanted. they did not make me pay a deposit. She knows that I am not going to destroy my grandparents' house.
So to sum it up, in my pocket right now is the key to the house of my dreams. Life does not always suck.
