It is OFFICIAL: Feb 17, 2015 — We now have a house in our name. FAT TUESDAY OF ALL DAYS. I am going to like Lent this year. Bring on the renovations. It is time to get rid of that nasty wall in the living room.
It was a long ride to the Pinellas County Courthouse this morning. No more paying rent or anything like that such as a mortgage. Truth is: I chose NOT TO HAVE ONE. I am going to think about this for a while.
I had tears in my eyes. Yes, I am admitting that to the world. I had to wait until I was 51 years old to OFFICIALLY GET A HOUSE WITH MY NAME ON IT. I chose not to go into debt big time after loosing a car in 1987.
Know what? The oddity of it was that since we were married in 1998, we had number 98 on the waiting ticket at the clerk’s office. Don’t think I didn’t see this little ironic oddity. And the actual clerk was someone that I had temporarily worked for while trying to drum up enough money to pay rent when I was in my late 20s. I worked as a temp during the years my now late father was very sick in Tampa. She took one look at my driver’s license and was laughing while typing it. Then, she looked at me laughing while trying to train a new person how to do her job.
Even my husband had his mouth open. He was staring into space when we got back into the car. Then he got out and looked at the parking meter in the garage. It still had another half hour on it. So cheers to the next person who gets a half hour of free parking on us.
As a tribute to my Dad, I hyphenated my maiden name on the Florida house deed. I had to do something. My mouth was open too. It was just as big as the day I got married or got into college or graduated or stuff like that.
What is even funnier was when I got into the car, the US National Anthem was playing on the country station. All I could think about was this: I own a piece of America now. And I had to laugh because since I am now a tax payer, I took a piece of loose roll of toilet tissue when I went to the ladies room. Why not? I paid for it. I am not going to pay for that again and I don’t want to have to buy another roll at Publix on the way home.
Yeah, I am admitting it. And yeah, I am laughing about it. If you had your house paid off and inherited one, you would more than likely be screaming on the way out the door. I was more subdued. I didn’t want them to haul my ass away. And some young lady or young man needs an extra half hour of free parking to boot.
Thank you Harry my FIL. Thank you that now, I have a place to call my home. Nice part is this: I came out of the worst recession since the Great Depression with a house instead of loosing one like many others did.