New Beginnings

“Home is where you can say anything you please, because nobody pays any attention to you anyway”

The ongoing battle to save my home from foreclosure is finally over. I would love to say that I won and the home I have lived in for 14 years and brought my children home from the hospital in is still ours, but I can’t.
For some people this is exactly what they wanted. For me, it isn’t.

The act of finding a new home to rent has been an interesting one. I have only a few requirements; must be in the kids school district. Must not have crazy rose patterned wallpaper from floor to ceiling in a room I would have to sleep in every night.
I found that house and after spending countless conversations with the landlord we were all excited. We signed papers and all that was needed was one more call in the morning to make sure everything was ok.
When I called the next morning, the landlord who had all but handed me the keys the last time I was there, said, “We are going to rent it to the other couple with the father in the military.”
I was heartbroken. This house was perfect for us.
This spurred me to fight my battle with the bank even harder and save every single penny I had to make sure that if it didn’t work out that I could afford to put a big ass deposit down on a apartment.

On Wednesday the bank and the haters finally won. I began calling that day. I found two houses, but the odds of getting them were stacked against me.
I filled out the applications and went to see them. The first one was pretty old. Since beggars can’t be choosers, I tried to see the bright side of the house.
The second house was perfect. Too perfect. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because if I did get this house, how would I not walk around it and not feel like a princess?

I got the second house!

Yes, I am bummed that I won’t be a homeowner anymore, but the truth of the matter is, it’s REALLY hard to be a homeowner when you don’t have someone there to help you with things. The last 9 years have been a joke with repair . Most of the time I would have to call my ex to come over and fix things. The sprinkler system was a comedy of errors and thankfully he got it figured out.
The air conditioner has a mind of its own. It is 17 years old and never been replaced. In it’s old age, it picks when it wants to work. Most of the time at 2am it will turn on, yet at the hottest part of the day it turns off and won’t come back on.
The dishwasher went on strike months ago. The door handle to the microwave fell off. I can’t read any of the dials on my oven. The hot water heater exploded last year.
I don’t even want to talk about the backyard.

For all this and so much more, I am happy to hand over the keys to the bank and say, “good luck. good luck to the new couple moving into heartbreak/divorce court, enjoy all this place has to offer…not just the things inside the house, but outside as well.”

I will have fond memories of the good times in the house. I don’t believe there will come a time when I miss it though.

Will I be able to forgive and forget the reasoning behind the loss of it? Probably never. There is a special place in Karma Hell and as it seems right now…Karma and I co-kickin’ it and it’s all good between us.
Karma decided to show me how she works the other day when the girls decided they wanted to see the first house we didn’t get, the house the landlord decided to go with other renters. It was vacant and up for sale.
“See, the renters they picked must have sucked or they were great renters, but the skeezy landlord decided to let them move in a few months later decided to sell the house.” Karma laughed.

I am going into this new beginning with open arms and a huge smile. I’m pretty sure I haven’t been this okay with how my life is turning out in a very long time.