In four days I sign my life over to some mortgage institution that I have never been to. I will be sending them monthly checks until I am 55. If anything happens they will have every right to take my dweling space away. it's kinda scarry. But the joy, anticipation and excitement of finally not thinking that I am going to move in a year overwhelms the fear. Finally I will have a place to call home, finally I will not have to struggle when asked, "mam, please verify for me, what address did you open this account with?". Uggh. And that customer service rep will not have to listen to me run off a list of 5 addresses. There is tons of work ahead of me, just packing this apartment is exhausting and to think that 8 months ago I did the same exact thing in Jersey City. I'm done. No more moving.
