My Home. Mine.

 

"We must make the best of those ills which cannot be avoided." Clarence Day 1999 - 10 years ago - I packed up my life in Washington DC and moved here, Dallas, Texas.  Yee Ha!  There’s a world out there when  you’re 29 and feeling as I did – financially stable, future on an enviable track – a world to see and nothing to fear so jump in and swim or float or …  my friends encouraged me to make the change and cast of the ‘golden handcuffs’ because i could.  Help others when you can, where you can and how you can. In any matter involving a living entity – Business or Personal.  I was comfortable in my shoes and just wanted to kick of the ties and loafers for boots and two-stepping. Breath a little better. I got change.   I wish i’d kept the receipt - ‘cause this purchase is one to send back. Part of that change was purchasing my loft.  I had no intention of purchasing my loft when i arrive for a weekend ‘look for a place’ trip.   I knew that the chances of the company being  success or not would occur in my ‘guesstimate’ the next 4-5 years.  So I didn’t want to be strapped with property should the rosy picture sold to me, become a muddled knockoff of a mess. “Clean up!  Aisle Poor!” I found my loft that weekend.  Throwing sense and reason out one of the 3 massive windows that shower my place in light (and cold and heat too!). I bought and closed on my home in 10 days.   Smoothest closing this building had seen.     Two years later, the bumps came along.