We're Free!

Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window pain
Ain't gonna need this house no longer

This Old House
Brian Setzer

Well we've finally done it. We are no longer homeowners. Some might say we've ended the American Dream, but I won't say that. Big Orange and I have been arguing back and forth the merits of renting and owning a home. The bottom line, according to him, is: you're going to have to use a majority of your income towards putting a roof over your head so what does it matter whether you rent or own. At least with renting, you aren't responsible for making repairs and mowing the lawn, and that's nice when you are the parents of young children. I know Madame E is all about home ownership. There are benefits to both sides, but that's not really what this post is about.

What this is really about is that I now have possession of 75% of my income back. My house payment alone took half of it. Come the Ides of March, I will be ahead of the game for the first time since we bought that house. And for now, we're cooling our heels and our credit cards at my parents house. Some might say that's a step backwards. I know I said that at first. But it's not. Let me liken it to being in jail at the end of a game of Monopoly. You remember, don't you? It's down to the last two or three players and, most likely, one of the players is dominating the game. Maybe you're in second place; you own hotels, but you're almost out of cash and it's very expensive to go around the board. You're token is on chance between the Kentucky and Indiana Avenues. You pick up the dice and roll a nine and your token lands on Go to Jail! And you whoop with joy! Suddenly, you get to step off the risky pathways and just collect rent for three turns. That's how it feels to be staying with my parents.

My Mom and Dad are very supportive of us and they were very excited to have us back. My Mom repainted my old bedroom sage green and hung lovely curtains that have a touch of Bombay. They set up a TV/VCR/DVD player in the room. They sacrificed their garage for the overflow of our stuff that wouldn't fit in the storage unit they rented for us. They have done so much for us that I start felling shame when I begin to list them all. I feel like I don't deserve it. But then I think about my girls an I know I'd do the same for them if they asked me to.

So, by next month, we'll be on our feet again and back in the black, for the most part. We'll need to start thinking about where we want to live for good. But until then, I plan to enjoy all the time I get to spend with my Mom and Dad and the rest of my family. I'm going to soak up their company. I'm going to help out whenever I can and go along for the ride, wherever they want to take me.

P.S. I just have to say, I'm writing this post on my laptop, in my king sized bed, using wireless internet, while watching VH-1's top 20 countdown and downloading songs in 10 seconds from Itunes. I? Am in heaven.