I have been pondering how I am going to explain what is going on in my little part of the world without sounding as if I am whining and complaining. There is reason why I could whine and complain, but, to do so, cheapens the strength me and the hubs are showing in the face of our current adversity. So, I guess the best way to begin would be to just say it: We have lost our house.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to write those few, simple words? I feel like such a failure and, at the same time, we could not have done anything differently than what we did. I, unfortunately, can’t go into deep particulars of what occurred other than: we were trying to work with our mortgage company and trying very hard to get onto federal programs to save our home, but it didn’t work.
We found out it hadn’t worked when a note was taped to our door on 1/7/13 to notify us our home had been sold and we were expected to vacate the premises per judgment, which would come by mail. We were also informed our home had been sold 9/24/12 and we had not received any notification of it either.
That’s right – our house has been sold while we were still living in it and believing everything was OK because that is what we were told. We were also told, “It just takes time….”
So, Carlos and I are holding our heads as high as we can get them with this current weight on our shoulders. We are moving forward and trying to find an apartment that takes dogs, because, let’s face it, we aren’t going anywhere Gabby and Chewie can’t go with us. I would be lost to death without them. They are as much of our family as…people! J
These past few days have been so heavy on our shoulders! It is almost like losing a family member to lose your home; this has, at least, been true for me. I am not sad to the point of intense grieving – which I have gone through before – but there is a deep sense of loss and of failure. I don’t like to fail. Carlos doesn’t like to fail. How did we end up failing to save our home when we followed all of the rules and did everything each organization told us to do? I guess it really doesn’t matter now: We have to begin again.
All of this stress is why “A Story of Emily Post” has been so delayed from its normal Wednesday postings. I am continuing to write on it and have set a goal of having each part of the story up once a week. Things are literally so unsettled in my little corner of the world I can’t, in good conscience tell you it will appear on a particular day of the week.
Writing and working on “A Story of Emily Post” is one of those joys and tasks keeping me going and keeping me positive. The funny part is, I knew Emily was going to be leaving her house, just not for the length of time, and here I am leaving my home permanently as soon as I find another place to live. Could this qualify as “life imitating art” or is it mere coincidence?
- A Story of Emily Post, Part VIII (kmgn.me)
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