Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
Sometimes hope comes to us in the most unexpected way. It could be in the form of a few minutes time spent with a special person or it could be in the form of a rainbow. This story started way back on the day of our once a month grocery shopping trip in May. Once a month I drive my brother’s car to help my SIL do her shopping. The weather was predicted to have rain that day.
Well, we had managed to get through all the different stores she likes to shop without any of the rain. We always unload her groceries first then I drive to my house to unload my groceries and then I return the car. On the way to my house that afternoon it finally did start to rain. LOTS. It was hard to see even with the wipers going so I pulled to the side and stopped to wait for the worst to be over. It wasn’t a storm. Just heavy rain. My driveway is scary enough when its dry so I didn’t want to risk it when driving someone else’s car in blinding rain.
I sat listening to the rain thinking about my new house and asking myself some questions. What in the world was I thinking? What have I done? Did I make a big mistake going into debt to move? The old house was completely PAID for. It was my safety net against a future bad economy. I started thinking about all the years I had spent there at the old house and all my struggles to hang onto it.
I was thinking about being in debt all over again. Should I have stayed in the high crime area to live rent free? I was barely managing to live without a house payment before moving so how will I manage with one again? Can I survive for several more years making a monthly payment again? At my age? What is my alternative? Should I move to the country closer to my other kids? I really needed some kind of reassurance that I had made the right decision and not a huge mistake. But there is no one there to reassure me. Its just me and the rain.
My thoughts next turned to the positive things about moving. This house is in a quiet place without the daily violence. I no longer have to worry about bullets coming through the walls. There are no bad kids here. The kids here are actually respectful of elders. People here are not victims of random violence by bored teens. I told myself nothing has changed about me except my address. I’m still the same frugal me. I still know how to survive with very little money. I can do this. It really all comes down to one thing; me being me. The frugal me who knows how to survive no matter how little money I have. I can do this!
A short time later the rain slowed to just a light drizzle. I started the car to drive the last few blocks home. As I turned the last curve toward my house I saw the prettiest rainbow ever…. AND…. the end of that rainbow was right on my house! Yes, the very end of the rainbow was there on my house. I was mesmerized and I hit the brake. A second later I slowly moved forward to get a closer look. Hee, hee, hee, I was looking for that famous leprechaun pot of gold that is supposed to be there. Nope, it was not there. Darn, no pot of gold. That’s when it dawned on me the pot of gold…. is my house. My house is what sat at the end of that rainbow. I’d call that a sign of reassurance, wouldn’t you?
By the time I got into the house for the camera the rainbow had moved away. It had been on my house for only a short time. Maybe two minutes at most. What did the end of the rainbow look like? Well, its kind of misty. Like being in a light fog but with colors.
A few days later I signed the mortgage/deed papers. I didn’t hesitate. The house is mine. Well, not really mine until I finish paying the mortgage but its no longer a rental. Its no longer just a house because now its my home. I may get frustrated from time to time because stuff doesn’t fit right or doesn’t go according to plan. I’ll keep reminding myself that it took me over 30 years to get the other house just the way I wanted and this house doesn’t need to be done over night. Sure, money is tight but that’s nothing new. Its how I’ve always lived. Hmm….. I think I’m finally settling into my new nest. 😉