Okay. Tell me . . . please.
@VictoriaLandis1
Long story short (cuz we only get 500 characters), the(wh)itch didn't take to me, didn't hire me, & had a conniption when I had trouble making rent, but we worked it out by supplementing some rent with yard work, & I stayed for a year to complete the lease, moving to a room for rent in my son's friend's double wide. That worked for 2 more years, but when mold was discovered, my son packed me up & took me to their house...
Ay, yi, yi! Sorry.
@VictoriaLandis1
where he built me my own teeny tiny house from a shed. I spent the next 2 years seeing my granddaughter & her siblings from a former relationship every day. Unrivaled, the best days of my entire life! Convinced now that grands are GOD'S BEST GIFT!
We all had to move last year & I ended up on 5 acres in the middle of nowhere, Tennessee in my teeny tiny, still loving TN in spite of hating the weather & being allergic to everything that grows here!
THE END (well, close enough)
@VictoriaLandis1
So, WELCOME, NEIGHBOR!
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Yay! The five acres sounds like heaven to me.
@VictoriaLandis1
Almost heaven! Lol! Still no wheels, but we all pile into a van & go to Knoxville for shopping & out to eat, etc. off grid with 2 extension cords & a bucket lol. I have TV & internet. "Living the life!"
5/5
@VictoriaLandis1
At 70, I arrived in Tennessee on a train from Richmond, California so I could be near my youngest son & his family. They had already helped me rent a little one bedroom house in a "hollow" near where they lived. My granddaughter was going to be 2 in 4 months. The plan was I could get a job at the facility where the landlord's wife worked as a caregiver, which was what I had been doing for 10 years in California. The same lady would sell me her old minivan to get back & forth.