Except i never could whistle properly…..
We were blindly driving through various neighbourhoods yesterday, getting the feel of different places where we could end up, when my cell phone rang with the news that the place had sold. From the sounds of it, the new owners want us to stay, but until we talk to them, it still feels like we’re in Limbo. And we ain’t dancing….
I chanced looking online at the listing and was blown away and disheartened. I won’t say how much the “lot” sold for, because it was sold as a “lot”, not 2 houses on adjoining properties, mostly because i respect our landlord’s right to privacy, (and lest anyone think i am angry at him, he’s the BEST landlord anyone could ever have, and a fabulous guy with a truly good soul as well, and we will truly miss him) but also because in a million years we couldn’t have afforded to even make an offer.
Mr Deep Pockets has indeed VERY deep pockets, the kind where you know that our little houses are just fuel for the fire in his belly to rip down. With the size of the Lot, no doubt there will be at least 4 monsters put up, “maximizing his investment and return”. They will have a piddly amount of front lawn to be “respectable”, a back deck above the ground so it doesn’t actually have to touch eeeuww “the dirt” and a few feet of paved path with a couple of sprigs of green along the edges as you go to the also massive garage where the Beemer is parked to protect it from the mad squirrels with baseball bats and any other dirt invading the neighbourhood.
Am i angry? I remember my son asking me once when he was about 7 “why don’t they pull down all the ugly new houses and put up nice old ones, Mom?” Ah, if it were only possible. So, yes, i am angry. It’s not just a place that will disappear, but a value, a principle, a conviction.
You know, on a side note, it’s interesting that when you post your misery, you get a lot more reads showing in your stats. That’s sad. Guess mine will go down again when i stop talking about this and post just art, but people do love to slow down at the accident scene and gawk. Move along. Some of you no doubt are shaking your heads thinking “get over it, it’s just a rental, you’re not on the street, there are other fish houses in the sea, grow up.” Move along.
To all of you who have commented, that i know read me regardless of rant or joy, i thank you from the bottom of my currently wizened little heart. Your thoughtful comments and personal emails have made me cry, smile and appreciate the fact that i can share the misery. I wish i could answer each one personally, but i don’t have the heart strength right now to do so. Some of you have had it worse, a lot worse, than me, and again i thank you for sharing your story.
Now it’s up to me to get through the other “stages of grief”.
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