I've often walked around slightly butt hurt about everyone around me doing so well with their life. I think the big part of my life being butt hurt was when I was living out of my car for a bit. Using the gas station bathrooms to clean up or sneaking into my parents house to sleep. (Not sure they even know about that. Maybe they do - either way, it was years ago!)
Many of the thoughts that crossed my mind was "How on earth can a single person just out of high school afford to even get an apartment?!!?!?! - Who the heck makes enough money to pay 1st and last months rent & Security deposit? How am I ever going to afford that?
With my several years of trying to keep up on bills and rent, car payment etc I did a number on my credit trying to live alone. I didn't have the best paying job and I would get dejected quite a bit. Things looked up a bit when Don moved in. I had another person helping with bills.
I remember applying for a pre-approval letter when Don was on a work trip to Columbia. There was an add that popped up and I said "what the hell!" So I applied.
All I have to say is "those poor lenders" that had to put up with me. Im certain I called them every other day "You are sure I've been approved?!?!?" followed by "I'm not going to find a house and then y'all end up turning around and saying 'too bad so sad'??".
I couldn't believe I got approved. I told Don and then proceeded to go house hunting with my mom while he was out of the country. We looked at some interesting places.
The Creepy Basement/Garage place. I don't remember a ton about this house, but I do remember this! Open the garage door to a dirt floor and these steps going down into a very short basement. We looked at the house, but I was very much not interested. I've seen too many horror movies and this garage/basement fit too closely too them. (We've already come to the conclusion that my imagination runs wild. There's no logic about it. I recognize this. Just accept it with me, okay? )







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