They accepted our offer on the house! One down, one to go. We still have to get accepted by the park itself and that’s still kind of iffy. I’m both nervous and excited! I’m excited for obvious reasons, of course, but major changes are always a bit nerve-wracking till you adjust to new situations, new surroundings, new whatever. If I had the blessing of sleeping at night every night it wouldn’t be so bad, but during the first few weeks, I’m going to go to sleep – whenever – wondering if I’m going to get woken up. It’ll be better than wondering if the Jes pest is going to want to come down to do whatever. Still, once we move, it’ll be on to new worries not that I’m not ready to move on to new ones, since life usually has some form of worries or another. Once we finally defy God and get what we want, I’ll have to worry about Him using the neighbors against us, having our shit break, and worse, having Tom laid off. For the first year, though, we have a warranty for if anything breaks. Still, that motorcycle’s got to be maddening. I just hope they don’t use it nearly as much as the Jes pest uses his. The one he had to sit and gun engines on today for about 10 minutes. I giggle at the thought of the bad news heading his way soon enough! I just hope he doesn’t drive me crazier while the house is in escrow. So much needs to be done down here – roofing, painting, weeding…

So do we think we’ll really get accepted? Tom and I can’t even begin to guess. The Klam scam is still on the credit company they use, and even though he makes a ton of money, they may see it as not enough since most people also have car payments and shit like that to make that we don’t have.

I don’t want to get my hopes up. That’s all I can really say right now because there are reasons to think we will get it and reasons to think we won’t. I can’t believe God would be nice enough to let us have such a nice fancy, spacious house. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s that nice and in that luxurious of a park. All the homes there are nice. They won’t even let any single-wides in it or anything made before 1975. Actually, I think ’77 is as old as they go cuz they had to be new when the park was established, and that was in ’77. It’s as close as we’ll ever come to living in a regular on-site house due to how it’s made, what it’s made of, and how it’s set up.

On the other hand, why wouldn’t God let us in if He could use a motorcycle and other things to interfere with my sleep and peace, even if it could never be anything even remotely like Phoenix or the NHA could get at times?

Naturally, I will drop false clues about it in my public blog to throw my stalkers off, though good luck getting in if you could find out which park we were in. It’s pretty secure. Still, maybe I’ll put us in Roseville or something. Maybe describe a particular house in a particular park that doesn’t even exist and laugh at the thought of them hunting for something they’ll never find, haha. Childish perhaps, but funny.

It’s strange to know that the economy that nearly killed us is also making this possible, for this house would’ve easily sold for 50K 6-7 years ago, making it much harder to get anything even halfway decent.

We looked online at furniture options, but again, we don’t want to jinx things and get too far ahead of ourselves till we hear what the park has to say.

To think we could be out of here by July 1st or sooner and into a real house with real space, doors that don’t flop open or flop shut, more than just a few wall outlets, normal heating/cooling, normal walls, drinkable tap water, cable, full-size appliances, dual-paned windows, sunken tubs and enough storage space to store everything we ever possessed and will possess, is utterly mind-boggling. There are pink rosebushes outside! And swimming pools, places to walk/bike ride to, and so much more!

looks skyward And you thought you were gonna send our asses outa here less than two years ago in body bags.