Well, as the good ol' saying goes- "ALL GOOD THINGS, MUST END". And, as many times as this happens, I still HATE it when it happens.
Many of you are aware that our current housing situation is just down in the pits. Although we were graciously given this FREE home, it definitely has been one of those "you get what you pay for" kind of deals. The location of my home is far from luxurious. Disgusting is probably the best adjective I could use currently. Yes, it is a roof (somewhat- sure does rattle when the wind blows- this is why most mobile homes have TIRES on their roofs!) over my head, and it does have us a bedroom to sleep in, and it does have running water and electricity. Yet, I don't feel that it's ungrateful of us to want better for ourselves when we worked hard for our college degrees and worked to better ourselves professionally.
We were notified yesterday that in TWO WEEKS we are to notify the school of a yes or no answer regarding our request of keeping or leaving the current house. Aside from being CONFUSED as to why I'm given a TWO WEEK decision to make- I'm just down right- pissed. When I first accepted the job here, and got moved in, everything was so sweet and sugar coated. Yet, as I've gotten to the center of this lollipop- I'm realizing that all good things are coming to an end- and it's coming fast. I was notifed that my rent will be going up to $550/ month, plus a $500 deposit is needed as well. Ha! If that isn't a joke. A deposit? After I've been living there a YEAR? Then, you want to charge me $550 for rent as a "courtesy" to help all us new teachers out- yet we are expected to save something for a mortgage on a $250,000 house that isn't worth 50,000 in reality. Can I get an AMEN?
Yes, I was well aware that rent would be requested after the year was up- little did I know that we would be slammed an oilfield rent price on a teacher salary! Some say that I have a husband that works in the oilfield- and yes, this is true. However- what bout these single teachers that are having to foot this $550, alone, on a teacher salary? How fair is that? And let's be realistic- it's a frickin (sp) trailer house in the ghetto! Yes, the ghetto.
Why is it the ghetto? Just this past Thursday, as I was trying to grill some supper- and the girls were playing in their cubicle of a sandlot/yard....I opened the front door to find two black men on my doorstep begging me for money. Much to my luck- I have a dog that doesn't like strangers- and was saved by her raging bark/chase. I also have drunken neighbors who have festivities at all hours of the night, and all days of the week. I have people who fly by my house at50+ miles an hour- in a 15mph zone. I have trash sitting all around my house because of lazy worthless government abusers not picking up after themselves. I have lovely, Tejano music blaring at all hours of the night. I have a train that shakes my house, hourly. THIS DEFINES GHETTO!
So, I'm Mad, I'm angry, I'm upset, and definitely confused. I have no idea what we are going to do. If I knew 100% that I will live here forever, or just as long as my kids graduate- then I'd jump right off into it. But- you have to really look into our situation to understand. Oilfield can crash at any moment. It's already happened here- 3 times actually. Plus, after Jeremy's boss' wreck this past fall- and the current trial being held- anything could happen. We have really been leaning towards the "ready built/double wide" type house for the sole reason of our gypsy lifestyle. If we do a move in, and do not brick it- and leave the original siding on it- we can infact move it out if we were to have to move/transfer/etc.
So, I'm really, really torn currently. I have been dreading this day since the day I moved in. I knew this day was coming. I really believed that I would have transitioned into something else by now, but that's just not the case. If you have any spare moments during prayer time- please say one for us. This is definitely a frustrating situation and I'm ready to have it solved.
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