Right now I am trying to get rid of a house. Yes a house. My first house to be exact. The house that 13 years ago I dreamed of, saved for and was excited to find the same house was also part of the disaster that became life. You see I am part of a statistic. I am a homeowner who can't afford to live in my house.
First of all it is now 250 miles away from where I do live. It costs twice as much to live there, and after my husband lost one job to the internet crisis, other to NAFTA and a third to an economic down turn, we could no longer live there. So I liquidated an IRA and gave away 1/2 a household of stuff and moved in with my mother. Well I did and so did my husband and 2 kids with my mother, sister, and 23 year old. Meanwhile we tried to sell the house...
Of course it didn't sell right away so I panic and get a rental manager. Who screws us over 700 times before we finally lose the renter and find someone who actually WANTS the house. They couldn't get financing without a deposit and bla blaa blaa.
So here I am just trying not to be hopeful because that gets me in trouble.
Berti
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