The other day I told someone at work, I have a couple of acres. They said, too me do you live in a house?
And it dawn on me. That they most think I live in a trailer. My truck banged on all sides. No mudflaps. So, it constantly has dirt above all 4 tires. I quess people do Judge you by your appearance.
And then there is the same black pants. I wear everyday. They still fit. Their clean, dated with the wide legs, but hey, I can’t sweat the small stuff.
If they could see the 3 and almost 4 year old bra and underwear. I think they would definetly think I live in a trailer, that was abandon in the woods, and the home of feral cats.
What I didn’t know that day, with Henry, who wanted to buy all our houses. Had talked to Ted already!!! About a first , second and final offer. That and we had come to all was the first. Then we had a second offer. And a final 3rd offer. Henry, each one offered more money, than the last.
We had our neighborhood meeting. Where I spoke out in waiting. But, my neighbors are retirement age. No Mortgage, and scared of interest rates, going up. And of course scared that any moment, I would foreclose.
They are tired and scared of ending up with nothing. Now, we have a housing boom. But no one knows, if we are headed to more recession, or out of this one. So, me, and one other, neighbor held out.
I took the Contract that Henry offered us all. I went to my real estate tax attorney, Jim. He said, I should be lucky to get anything in this economy, and by summer it could turn worse, and he was upset, that I had spent these last 3 years desperately trying to keep my house.