If you weren't too good in vocabulary and had an inkling to go into Real Estate soon after, the above title gives you a decent idea of what an oxymoron is. Let's face it, can you really have fun when the four walls and roof above your skull are soon to be gone? Or, are threatened to be such??
Well, I think I can. At least, I'll give it a damn shot.
Consider this post a way to make what would have been a rather negative life experience, and teeter it to perhaps being an enlightening one.
There's nothing like sleeping in the streets. You get to know people. You get to know habits. You get to know Mother Earth. And you get to know, truly know, how much fun it can be not to be able to use a plunger when you go numero dose after a long night of Pepper Jack Cheese, Mickey's 40 oz. Malts & Hot Wings from your Local Pub.
That's enlightenment. That's not giving a shit when you are shitting. To an extent, I suppose that is freedom at its finest.
And dealing with all of that, isn't easy. Not many can look into the eyes of a man walking the land with a backpack in hand and turning a phrase. Your home is about to be taken and your seven miles from hardship. It's time to rent, folks.
But you won't rent ... never again. You'll own, like marriage, for better or worse. You're a trooper and won't succomb to being anything otherwise.
Sure, you could give the rightful owner an Upper Decker as they took office, yet it's not prudent to "Chili Dog" the proposed competition.
Make the house spic and span and let the World know that you're a damn chime away from actually loving the place.
Saxon Mortgage Servicing, Inc ... I'm coming for you. Because, but not only because, I want it more than you. This may be your house, but it's my home.
I plan on keeping the Mother F#@#er