this weekend has been really nice; my mom came on friday night because she was getting pissed at her housemates and their dogs and everything else (she's got seasonal affective disorder, so basically everything pisses her off in the winter, or worse, makes her cry). besides, my apartment is like, the black hole of laziness. so, she came friday, we rented confidence, and got some eastside mario's carryout. relaxed, watched movie, etc. etc. yesterday she decided she didn't want to go home, made me breakfast, and hung out with me all day. i helped her with her business webpage, hence my "i hate network solutions account manager" away message. we made meatloaf, homemade mashed potatoes, etc. for dinner, it was damn good. watched teevee, relaxed, etc. i also played true crime for awhile, and showed her how i got to run people over and such, and she laughed hysterically, causing me to laugh so hard i actually did wet my pants. we laughed until we were both red in the face, with tears streaming out of our eyes. she's here still, she's just going to go to work in the morning from my apartment, which actually is about 60 miles closer to her work than the house in dewitt. i love it when she comes, we have the greatest time, and i'm always sad when she leaves. she seems to think she pesters me, but in all reality, she brings my spirits up, gives me encouragement, and motivation. Current Mood:
so, lately, i've been thinking a lot about wes and i getting a house, and how we're to accomplish that, and where at. it's become a fantasy of mine, because i'm tired of walking up stairs to our apartment, having shitty neighbors, paying so much money for nothing, the list goes on and on. and i've been thinking about laura's house. at first, i was like, no way. screw that. because it wasn't what i had in mind. the house needs a lot of work. it doesn't have, and probably will never have, city water. it's too much money for too little space (market value of her 2 bedroom 1 bathroom house is roundabout $150K, because it's in west bloomfield). but lately, it's become an obsession. i want that house. it needs work, yes. but that area DOES NOT and HAS NOT ever depreciated. my dad's tiny little house that's lake front that he paid less than $150K for in 1987 is now worth over $375K. and it's still a tiny, shitty cottage. not to mention, walled lake schools are some of the top schools in the state. WEST FREAKING BLOOMFIELD, for christs sake. it's got a lot big enough to expand on, two bedrooms, an attached garage, 2 driveways, a front and backyard, and a jacuzzi outside. inside, however, it needs a lot of work. the carpet is destroyed, the walls are all bashed in and scratched up because of her wheelchair, the doors are broken, the millwork and cabinetry is old, gross, and needs replacing. the house smells. it has no air conditioning. and no freaking city water. BUT. the kitchen floor was just replaced. the oven was just replaced. the fridge is mostly new, has a water thingy in the door, and is not well water. this house, which is only going to go up in value, could very well be our dream house. it's in the same neighborhood as my father's house, and his wife is more than likely going to quit her job to take care of the baby when i go back to work.
aye, heres the rub. wes is very skeptical of how much money we'll have to pay, what arrangements we have to make, and how much money we'll be into my dad for. for everything i say that's positive, he's like...money. for every dream i have, and every hope and thought i have for improvements, he says....paperwork and money. legalese. what about doing it this way, what about that way. well, all i know is what my dad tells me. i don't know anything about mortgages, land contracts, reverse equity, rent to own yadda yadda, anything. so he's got to talk to my dad about it. makes my head hurt.
anyway, one of my dreams is on the verge of coming true, with a little bit of work. i'm excited. blah blah blah. moving into a house that will one day be our own at 22. my god. and that's if we can get her out of there in time for us to move out in october or november, which is likely.
anyway. i need some taco bell and some mom chat.
sounds of my mother cleaning my apartment.