Archive for March, 2015

And It Feels Like Home

Posted: March 27, 2015 in Uncategorized
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It feels like forever since I’ve sat down to write something that wasn’t bad news. But finally, after months of torment, I can do just that again.

For most of you, the last words from me that you saw was that despite everything, I’d failed. March 1st came and we still had nowhere to go. It all seemed hopeless. I was convinced that we would be out on the street. It was a long, hard, soul-crushing Sunday. Then Monday came, and with it, the light at the end of the tunnel.

With time running out, Dad suggested looking into mobile homes. I did just that but I was running into the same obstacles as before. We got Dad’s credit debt taken care of, but no one seemed to have anything available before the end of the month—and by this point I was convinced Volunteers of America would sic the sheriff on us first thing March 1st. Then, unexpectedly, one of the communities got back to me.

Both of the managers had family medical emergencies that last week and didn’t have anyone else to handle paperwork. But they both understood that our clock had run out with VoA, and they went above and beyond to get us in as soon as humanly possible. I was still a nervous wreck at this point, convinced that they’d find something to justify turning us away (or VoA somehow screwing us over) despite Dad’s confidence that there was absolutely no reason for us to not be approved.

(As it turned out, he was right. Deep down I knew he was, but after three and a half months of hell, can you really blame me for being paranoid? :))

I got the text from the broker on the afternoon of the 3rd, saying the community had approved us for residency. We made an appointment to sign over the home title the next day, but we hadn’t yet signed the rental agreement for the lot. At first it didn’t look like that would happen until the 5th, but they managed to squeeze us in on the same day. Dad couldn’t be there to sign, but again the community managers understood our situation, and I dropped off all the signed papers the morning of the 4th. I took Dad to the dialysis center afterwards, and when I picked him up that afternoon, I took him home. Moving all of our stuff took me the entire weekend, but we were safe and well. The property was surrendered to VoA, and there was nothing more between us. The nightmare was over.

The house is just about perfect for us. Two beds, two baths, a spacious kitchen and living room, laundry nook (hooray no more laundromat trips!) and a yard big enough to make our little Sheldon happy. The most humbling part of it all is that it’s not in Dad’s name. It’s in my name, bought and paid. It was his savings, but it had been his plan from the start to make it a gift to me, for everything I’d done over the past year. Again, my mind can conjure up a score of reasons why I don’t deserve it, but I know better than to argue. 🙂

There’s still a few things to sort out on Dad’s end, and a long road to recovery still ahead, but we have all the time we need in getting our lives to what it used to be. I can’t say this enough: this wouldn’t have been possible without your kindness, your love and your support. There were so many times I was ready to give it all up, but there were always the right words at the right moments to keep me going. Thanks to you, my friends and family, we are safe and well, far removed from the past horrors. I can finally relax and pick things up where I left off.

And for the first time since I was nineteen, it really feels like Home.