Harry my Father in law died a year ago this week.
It has been one hell of a year. Add this to loosing my two beloved Aunts, one of them an acting Godmommy.
Sigh…. I didn’t know it would be this hard or tough to settle in my FIRST FIRST HOUSE.
THAT’S RIGHT, OUR FIRST HOUSE AS A COUPLE IS MY IN LAW’S HOUSE. WE AS MANY KNOW LIVED IN A SHODDY MOLD INFESTED APARTMENT ON THE EDGE OF THE NICE AND NOT SO NICE SECTION OF TAMPA FOR 16 YEARS.
BUT HERE’S THE KICK: the deed for this house that we moved into gets recorded this week. So I guess you can say it is OFFICIAL.
I have to laugh about that and the fact that even though I lost a car through the midnight truck of repo smeepo when I WAS IN MY LATE 20S, I HAVE MANAGED TO GET A HOUSE FREE AND CLEAR THE FIRST TIME.
It is nice not to have a bank to pay off for this big ticket item. I am 51, but I don’t feel like it. Remember now, this is my first FIRST HOUSE AND NOT MY “CASA WHERE I WATCHED MY KIDS GROW UP”. I DIDN’T GET MARRIED UNTIL I was 35 or uhh, 34 and a month to go until I was 35.
I am thankful.