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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