|synaptic disunion|

Monday, August 13, 2007

closing titles...

The ballet of papers, pens, people and property is ending. Tomorrow. The endless numbers of people involved are finally getting what they want out of us. First parties, second parties, third parties who are neutral...all parties, are getting their little slice of our American Pie. I hope they enjoy it...I hope this American Dream is all it's been promised to be also.

It's funny. I've always heard, or at least understood, that ownership is the hallmark of the American Dream. But it only seems like long term rental, so far as I can tell. Our house has sat on this spot since 1939. It has been owned by no less than three families/individuals since that time. We will be the fourth owners of this house. Do they still own the place? They own the memories they made in this place, to be sure. Their memories haunt the walls too, I can feel them. But the answer is no. They do not own this place. Nobody really owns it, we only borrow it from the future, for a time.

And so, we enter into a terrifying new world for us. A world of home ownership. Will it be a money pit? I don't know. We'll just live from day to day, and see what happens as life moves on around us, on our little piece of rented ground.

: toadman : at Monday, August 13, 2007 |