That means we owe way more on the loan than we'd ever hope to sell it for right now.
It's our very first home, purchased more than two years ago.
When my husband and I were looking for a home, we did lots of drive bys and peek in windows. During these weekend trips driving through neighborhoods and dashing out to look at the flyers in the tubes and walking through properties, we were so excited at the possibilities.
After dozens of "well, that seems okay, but it would need so and so... " we spotted The One.
Yellow with a purple door and purple trim. White window planter boxes with pink impatiens.
I fell in love with it and barely a month later, we were officially Home.
It is less than 1000 square feet.
It has closets that are so small there is room for nothing.
It is 57 years old. When you run the hose, or flush the toilette, or do the laundry, there is hardly any water pressure for anything else.
It is on a busy street, and has a chain link fence all around the front yard.
The neighborhood has questionable characters around at all hours, often.
But it has flowers in the yard that my husband has so beautifully landscaped.
It is my daughter's universe. Under the shade tree in the front yard is perfect for her kiddie pool and sand box.
The lighted tiki torches at night on our patio transform dinners into something magical.
It's our place.