I can't believe how wonderful my life is going to be. My mom figured out my art problem, and my art career still has hope, although I am going to have to work my ass of. On the plus, I get to do C.A.L.M online.
Okay, back to my major point. My mom's credit is good enough to get a mortgage. She is going to look at showhomes this weekend, which is wonderful. The fact that this family, my family, can go to being bankrupt and not having any credit at all, to being able to purchase a new car and house.
I don't think I know anyone who has quite experienced what I remember happening when I was about eleven. We lived in the shittiest neighbourhood in Calgary Housing, and I had a tiny bedroom with a bed and little else, with a small narrow North facing window that never got any sun. It was just outside of Edgemont. It broke my heart to walk home from the bus stop, past the enormous houses and see the two car garages and thinking that would never be me, and soon it will be!!! I remember in grade 9 design class, Mr Sanden told us to draw the front of our houses, and I couldn't really do it because the front of my house is a door and a window.
And mom agreed to letting me get a dog. I love my cats, but I have the insatiable need for my house to be a managerie, and Mom wanted a dog when we first moved, but the apartment only allowed cats and little rat dogs. Like the evil chihuahua's next door. One is healthy, but yappy and snarly, and the other is sickly and groaney and evil. I want a Basset hound, but any mongrel from the pound will suit me well.
So, in short, my happy future is in the distance, and I can almost touch it. Finally, when I have friends over, I'll have a house I can show them, not a tiny brown apartment next to a cemetary.
Mom, I am so proud of you. You got us through the rough times, and when Meagan and myself were scared when we got evicted, you told us that one day, we would have a house of our own, and now the dream is almost realized. I love you.