At the airport, which seems to have become the bus stop of the 21st century.
My daughter, grandaughter, and dog dropped me off, and my daughter was amazed that they had all this valet parking.
Yep, people commute for the day. Things have changed.
I’m flying Southwest, on a freebie to go find a place to live, seeing I have sold my home and must be out in 4 weeks.
I don’t really like being a renter.
I have been a homeowner for the last 12 years. And before that, we rented a very small 1300 square foot tract house that felt more like I “was an old woman who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she did not know what to do…”
It was so small–three bedrooms and five kids, four boys in one little room, my daughter in the other. The only place to eat was in the kitchen around a table with folding chairs (that did not even match). You could eat, and load the dishwasher without even leaving your seat at the table. It was really a home for two, maybe one child, two at the most. Yes, it did have an inside laundry–in the hall! With seven occupants and four loads of laundry a day, the hall was never clear. Keeping the kids from anoying each other was a trick, some days we were more like rats in a cage, stepping on each other’s tales.
We lived there for 10 years. Wow. So long.
Yea, the whole renting thing. I hope to be able to buy again. But I don’t want to make a mistake in this market and buy what I find I do not want or cannot resell.
So, enough. Time to move on.
After Thought: My so-called laundry room in this house is really only a hallway too–a door to a narrow 6 ft space that leads to the door to the garage. You still cannot store laundry, fold laundry, or open any doors.
