When the wind blows like this and I am home with just the kids in the house, I sometimes feel like any minute I will be Dorothy, swept off into another dimension. Our house is like a sieve, all cracks and holes.
We used to have a postcard on the fridge, an abandoned house with the words "One more payment and it is our!" scrawled across the roof. When I feel like the roof might break off at any moment I think about that postcard and realize we don't have one more payment left.
We really own this place. It is all ours, holes and cracks and all. No mortgage. And I realize how lucky we are.
1 comment:
you bitch! JUST KIDDING! Congrats on your house and payment less days
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