My old home, in ruins… :(
It appears that drug addicts have made my old home, a place that was practically sacred to me, into a drug nest.
This hurts me deep down inside.
My dad built the first two parts with very little help. I helped with the third part of the house.
I had expected this to be knocked down already, given how fast the guy who bought the property from us wanted us out of there. It’s been 19 months, man. 19 months since he rushed us out of there, gave my mother grief because our search for a new home took longer than he wanted, and yet he’s done jack with it.
I wish I could have my old home back, just so I could clean up the place, and have a place to stay.
Oh hon.. *hugs*
That must be hard to see. I’m sorry it’s still there. Sometimes we see things for reasons. maybe it’s time to take it in one last time, and just remember the good times. Remember time keeps moving, and doesn’t wait for anyone. The memories live inside of you, not at that actual address. You always have them with you.
Oh, gee, I’m sorry it’s like that. I just went down a road recently and was flooded with memories. I told my husband that on some Sundays when we visited my gramma, we’d take her down that road so she could look up at the hillside where her childhood home had been. The state bought it and tore it down for a highway.
Hugs, honey.
Oh that is so sad. And to think they rushed you guys out just to let it sit like that. Jerks!