Freehold New Jersey that is.
I haven't always been here. I was born in New York, Rochester to be exact. Being small, I do not remember much, but most of the pictures have snow, lots of snow.
I guess my parents got sick of the snow. They picked us up and we invaded my grandparent's house in Queens, (so happy they must have been with 5 small children).
I rocked on the concrete playground of PS197 (public school) where I walked uphill both ways, 2 miles, in the rain. No really, my mom forgot to pick us up during a storm, so the school told us to walk home-gotta love the "70's.
Soon after, they realized how affordable Long Island was, so off we went. Wow, a 5 bedroom on a cul-de-sac, for $50,000-what a deal. (If you don't count the 18% mortgage rate) after 2 years, my Dad was a bit sick of the commute to Jersey, so they decided to move to "Jersey". The house went up for sale, where it stayed for 5 more years. But wait, an offer of $60,000 big ones finally came in, just in the nick of time, before the house was actually worth something. My Mom said it sold for $250,000 shortly thereafter and then it went up, way, way up.
Oh well, at least we were in Jersey! As far as Route 18 would take us--------Morganville (a part of Marlboro). Or, otherwise know as the Boonies. I am talking cows. OK, it wasn't that bad, even though there were cows, horses, hay, farms and allergies. But what a deal! This is the part where I lament than I could not buy my current home at that time. Oh well, back to the story.
I graduated Marlboro High school and partly because I had no desire to continue school and partly because I really wasn't all that fond of my father, I joined the NAVY ( Ironically Where I promptly attended 2 years of school) it was there I met my future husband. So at 21 and 23 years of age I turned to him and said,"lets get a house". He in all of his 23 year old wisdom said "sure".
We found an agent and then a house. Then the agent said, "If you were married, the military would give you $400 extra each month in our paycheck". He then follows with a "and by the way, I was a captain of a ship so I can marry you along with the closing paperwork on the home." One day in November of 1987 we became married homeowners in San Diego California.
I then became pregnant with our first child and when at 8 ½ months along, I completed my Navy discharge paper. We were off to Jerseyto live with my parents. With my man's $12.00 an hour wage and my waitress money, we set off to find a home------------------------------------hahahaha!
The trip to Florida was great, we could buy a home and the living is easy. Again---HAHAHAHA-------> not the greatest pay scale their either ( ah to be young)
So long story not so short, after 7 years and 4 kids we packed our bags and headed north to be closer to family[ most of who promptly left] and settled in to the biggest fixer upper we could fudge numbers to get into and oh yeah, one more child (whole other story)
We have been fixing up our home for 12 years now and couldn't be happier.
We live in Freehold.