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3 months ago
Greetings all. Now is probably a good time to update everyone on what has been going on as of recent.
Both my grandmother and I have finally moved. It was back in early March when she first received a letter in the mail from the bank, stating that if she didn't pay her mortgage in full, they would be forced to foreclose on the house. This of course upset my grandmother greatly since she's on fixed income, and I'm unemployed, and on partial disability due to my rheumatoid arthritis. There was no way either of us would be able to pay what the bank was demanding. So, faced with the only option that was presented, it was decided that she would sell the house.
And for the next few months, the grueling task of cleaning and packing began. A 30-yard roll-off dumpster was dropped off, and some hands were hired to aid in cleaning out the basement. It broke my grandmother's heart to see a lot of her cherished memories chucked into the trashed, even though a lot of the possessions she held onto for the longest time had long since become rusty, and moldy. I too, felt her sadness, as I watched some of my own things get tossed as well. Items I had planned to clean up, and restore, but never could find the time of day nor the ambition to do so.
After a week, the dumpster was emptied, and returned. Then, it was time to clean out the main portion of the house. Once more, possessions and memories were tossed, and disposed of. When it was all said and done, all that was left was an empty shell. When I had a few moments to myself, I stood in the living room, glancing over the empty space, that for almost 30 years, provided shelter, and comfort. I closed my eyes, and opened them. And for a brief moment, could see clear as day the ghostly images of my younger self from '98 watching the first season of Pokémon on WB 56 with my grandmother's late fiancé, while her and my late father sat in the kitchen, talking over a cup of coffee. I then blinked my eyes again, and the images vanished as quick as they had appeared. At that moment, I broke down in tears. Then, I stepped out of the house, and closed its door for the last time.
Now, myself, grandmother, and cat are settling into our new home, a single-wide mobile home, with the living room extended, and an added sun room built onto the side. It's a very nice home, that sits in a small trailer park in Taunton MA. It's far more quiet, and I've started getting to know some of the locals in the area, all of which are kind and generous. I also have access to GATRA, a public transit service that covers a wide area, so I'll be able to get around much easier than I did living at my old address. There's still some unpacking and settling that needs to be done, but overall, it's a change of pace that I personally welcome. I just have to help my grandmother adapt to the new surroundings.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Both my grandmother and I have finally moved. It was back in early March when she first received a letter in the mail from the bank, stating that if she didn't pay her mortgage in full, they would be forced to foreclose on the house. This of course upset my grandmother greatly since she's on fixed income, and I'm unemployed, and on partial disability due to my rheumatoid arthritis. There was no way either of us would be able to pay what the bank was demanding. So, faced with the only option that was presented, it was decided that she would sell the house.
And for the next few months, the grueling task of cleaning and packing began. A 30-yard roll-off dumpster was dropped off, and some hands were hired to aid in cleaning out the basement. It broke my grandmother's heart to see a lot of her cherished memories chucked into the trashed, even though a lot of the possessions she held onto for the longest time had long since become rusty, and moldy. I too, felt her sadness, as I watched some of my own things get tossed as well. Items I had planned to clean up, and restore, but never could find the time of day nor the ambition to do so.
After a week, the dumpster was emptied, and returned. Then, it was time to clean out the main portion of the house. Once more, possessions and memories were tossed, and disposed of. When it was all said and done, all that was left was an empty shell. When I had a few moments to myself, I stood in the living room, glancing over the empty space, that for almost 30 years, provided shelter, and comfort. I closed my eyes, and opened them. And for a brief moment, could see clear as day the ghostly images of my younger self from '98 watching the first season of Pokémon on WB 56 with my grandmother's late fiancé, while her and my late father sat in the kitchen, talking over a cup of coffee. I then blinked my eyes again, and the images vanished as quick as they had appeared. At that moment, I broke down in tears. Then, I stepped out of the house, and closed its door for the last time.
Now, myself, grandmother, and cat are settling into our new home, a single-wide mobile home, with the living room extended, and an added sun room built onto the side. It's a very nice home, that sits in a small trailer park in Taunton MA. It's far more quiet, and I've started getting to know some of the locals in the area, all of which are kind and generous. I also have access to GATRA, a public transit service that covers a wide area, so I'll be able to get around much easier than I did living at my old address. There's still some unpacking and settling that needs to be done, but overall, it's a change of pace that I personally welcome. I just have to help my grandmother adapt to the new surroundings.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
*big hug* Dynamite, I've been through similar with loved ones and their possessions and stuff. Tossing stuff is hard. But, I will say, it is volumes better when the person is still alive and able to recount a story or say "I want so and so to have this", versus trying to do it when they aren't there. You have the opportunity to save the truly special and important things, or know what is valuable or what isn't. Glad you're settling in after all that. Moving can be incredibly stressful.
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It's a hard thing, throwing away all those old memories. I hope you all do well.
