Are fine mooring in a blessed life. Last nite, a last hurrah at the newly to be old place. A five year stint in a condo, where I played house in converting a 70's apartment to an updated home.
Family and friends, who over time have come to my home sharing meals, conversation, and laughs gathered for a last nosh and wine till the next place where they will once again warm the house. The short story, place sold on a short sale, now being hounded by collection agencies, letters post mortem to consider seeking support/assistance or various options to pay delinguent mortgage. Where are these lenders when you need them. Yes, they see the writing on the wall, when they squeezed every last dime from you, then step in too assist. Though waiting till you become delinquent or fear you may file for Chapter 11 or Chapter 13 (whichever the case).
Consistent with the adage, you know how friends and family can serve as buffer to the rough world, in times of challenging circumstances -- you know who matters or to whom you matter. To those to whom I reach out too, you all rock. They have provided leads to possible sublets, offerred spare bedroom as temporary weight stations, some offerred to help pack, some shared contacts with real estate agents, one who had a place serving as short term storage offerred it as well, empathy and reassurance "no matter the circumstances, we are friends" were often the stated requiem.
These are difficult times, economically, job wise, and seemingly the anonymous/heartless institutions of banking and government have turned a blind eye. It is good to know that able individuals step up and lend a helping hand, these are my peoples safety net.
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