After losing my home in 2011, I never knew what I had until it was gone! Moved in with my dad, husband and two dogs in tow. Fast forward to a little over 3 years later and I'm still here. Definitely ready to buy my next home, but still at Dad's.
Before the end of 2014 neared, I set a goal for myself to either buy my next home by the end of 2015 or rent to own. Space is no longer an option here. We downgraded temporarily from a 5 bedroom 3,000 sq. ft. home to a two room suite atop my father's cape cod style abode. Closet space is a no-no here. I'm a girl with lots of clothes, shoes and accessories.
Last two weeks in December, I stood in the prayer line at church to ask the Pastor to pray for my strength. My mother was coming home for good from the nursing home and I was planning to begin being her primary caretaker. I don't know what I was thinking. Love her to pieces, but she is a tough cookie to work for.
At the beginning of 2015, I lost my mom and her battle to Chronic Obstruction Pulmonary Disease (COPD). I was championing for her to get a little better so I could find a home with a room on the first floor, wishfully hoping that would help her be a little more self-sufficient. I took a lot longer than expected on this next move, disappointed she's not here in the flesh to enjoy the feeling of what I'm about to embark upon. But with her as my Angel, I feel her rooting for me from heaven to get my heart's desires - A NEW HOME!!!
Amen!!!
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