A couple of years ago, we were living in a house that looked like it was built in the 1980s, with large white walls and a huge garage.
I was living in my grandmother’s house on the same block, and we kept playing video games, drinking beers, playing video poker, hanging out with friends.
The only time we got outside was for chores and errands, and I’d walk into the garage to grab a beer and get to work.
But that was a long time ago, and the house was a mess.
The garage was full of dust, and my grandmother was living alone, and our shared living space was getting smaller and smaller.
Our children were in kindergarten, and by the time we reached middle school, the house we shared had become so tiny we were starting to think about moving out.
So we decided to take the plunge.
The house was packed with furniture, and there was only a few months of living space left.
We wanted to move out to a smaller, more accessible house, and were excited about the idea of moving in with my grandmother, who was staying in her grandmother’s old house in a quiet suburb.
I knew I had to make a decision before I could leave the house.
We were living with my grandparents, who were also my neighbors.
I didn’t want to make an easy decision and leave my grandparents behind, so I knew I needed to make the decision on my own.
I had no idea if I could afford the house, or if it would be affordable.
It was also important to me that I had my own space, because I was the only one who owned the house in the area.
But when I walked in to the house with my wife and my two young children, the first thing I saw was a large sign reading “NO LANDING ON THIS HOUSE” and an old, decrepit old, broken-down house with no sign of life.
It made me very nervous.
It’s a very different situation today, but we decided not to leave our old house and we moved in with our grandmother.
The next day, we got a phone call from our neighbor, who said she could help us with the mortgage.
We explained the situation and offered to move in.
We talked for a while, and then she offered to pay the mortgage, too.
We said no.
She said that she would send the mortgage to us later that day.
I was completely shocked.
She’d never even mentioned to us that we might have to pay a mortgage, let alone that we could have to move to a different house if we couldn’t afford it.
She offered to make us an offer, and now we have to decide whether or not we can move.
The mortgage was already paid, and it was almost $200,000.
So the question is: Will we be able to pay it?
I asked my wife if she could take a look at the mortgage documents and help me understand what I could and couldn’t do if we could not afford it, and she said yes.
She’s also our landlord, so she knew that the money was hers, and so I decided that we would take on the mortgage if we had to.
That’s when I learned that the person who had offered to help us, and had already paid the mortgage and sent it to us, was actually the person whose house we had moved into.
The person had been living in our old home for years and had no connection to the old house, nor did she even know it existed.
She had told us that she had paid the money and moved in a few weeks ago.
I thought, This person is not here to help me.
I’m going to go out and find her, and ask her to pay off the mortgage for us.
I went out and contacted her, asking if she was willing to make me an offer.
She said no, and that the whole reason she was in our house was to make sure we didn’t pay a $200k mortgage.
I asked her why she would have done that, and why she hadn’t done it when she already had a mortgage on her own, and how she could possibly possibly be so cruel to her neighbors.
She told me she didn’t have to be cruel, because her neighbors had already made an offer and that she was only asking for a little money.
She then said she’d help us pay the money to her.
I called her again a few days later and told her that I wanted to help, but that she couldn’t just pay me and then move on.
She didn’t respond.
She went on to say that her husband had a car, but he wouldn’t be able afford it if we moved, and they didn’t know where the new house would be.
She suggested that we try to find out what was happening with the house to see if we should move it to another place.
The last thing she said to me before we left was that she’d send the money