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My own…

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For 17 years, I lived in my parents house.  I had my own bedroom.  Then I moved out and rented apartments.  The first few years I had roommates but after a while I lived by myself in places other people owned.  Then I bought a condo.  Not a big fancy place but a nice little nest.  The bank and I had an agreement. I gave them money and they let me live in “our” condo.  It was fine. I was happy.  Now the agreement with the bank has been satisfied.  I no longer send them money and they no longer have any part of “our” condo. This is wonderful.  I am more than happy.  I cried tears of joy.  I am so thankful.

I own my own home!

This really is Patricia’s Place.

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OWN

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13 thoughts on “My own…

  1. Patricia, this is just wonderful new – definitely cause for celebration! We own our little box house too, and it is such a nice feeling of security as we grow older and face the challenges of years ahead. I’m delighted that you and your furkids no longer have to share home with the bank, I bet your budget loves that too! I love reading happy news like this 🙂

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