Wednesday, June 17, 2009

#17 Winter, but not too discontent.

My little terraced house was put up for sale, and (as the estate agent predicted) a buyer was found within days. The next few months though proved to be a long series of frustrating disappointments and minor annoyances: the buyer's solicitor went bankrupt and lost all the paperwork, then the buyer had trouble raising the finances required to complete the purchase and after months of delay, dropped out of the deal completely. Suddenly the housing market hit a slump, rumours of a recession were rife and to add to my frustrations the empty house attracted the attentions of an opportunistic burglar who failed to gain access, but managed to break two large windows in the attempt.

My life was far from comfortable; I was living in a run down, rented building, living out of suitcases, sleeping on the floor, washing my clothing in a bucket and sharing my house with rodents. Knowing that this was only a transitional period and having the daily benefit of Lisa's optimistic guidance helped me see this as my own little adventure. As bad as things seemed, I sensed that my life was at least heading in the right direction.

The house sold very quickly on the second attempt, and with Lisa's continual prompting, I was sent wandering the streets of Darwen, searching for an ideal location for my next property purchase.

Before that story can begin though there was the small matter of a trip to America....


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