It's ours. Finally, truly and totally ours. The deed has been filed and it is in our name.
Bill bought the house before I met him. But he didn't really buy it. He basically entered into what they call a land contract: which is the opposite of a mortgage in that you only get title at the end. But he also did it over a handshake. With someone I don't trust. And the house was not only in that person's name. No matter: they all signed, even though we are sure the second party never got a penny of the $40k we paid. Yes. We paid $40k for our house. It is a shithole. But it's OUR shithole. And I expect we could sell it for 3 times what we paid. So we love the shithole. And we love it even more now that our names are on the deed!!
And there is also a big ole pile of firewood out front. With two more piles to come.
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congrats!!
Well done, envious of the pile of logs - keep warm!
Whoo-hoo! Yayyy for shitholes!
Congrats.
What a fantastic thing--a deed with your names on it free and clear. May we all live long enough to know that feeling. And equity--just the sound of it smells beautiful.
Piles of wood? You can afford that many piles? See--with no mortgage payment the money just sits there, waiting to be spent. She wants me to take another load as soon as I can find a place for it--"I'm not worried about no money" Huh?
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