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Okay, so, you guys know "house burned down New Year's Eve, lost half my pictures of my mother and her diaries, my brother's puppies died, lost all my books, had to adopt the cat to someone else, insurance and electricity and mortgage refusing to pay up" is an accurate representation of my year, right? (I still think that unless you've lost your house to fire, it's difficult to truly understand the magnitude of the word 'gutted'). It's been hanging over my head all year and every time I start to forget it it comes back like the fucking Debbie Downer of buildings. Literally, every time I get told 'uh well we've had to cut off your bank account because mail was returned' or 'uh well your university ID and wallet full of identification doesn't count since you don't have [document destroyed]' I hear the Debbie Downer trumpet.
Yesterday my dad told me that he's finally come to an agreement with the mortgage company and after nine months of wrangling, they've agreed to pay up and rebuild the house.
It can't replace what we lost, but it takes a huge load off of my mind.
Yesterday my dad told me that he's finally come to an agreement with the mortgage company and after nine months of wrangling, they've agreed to pay up and rebuild the house.
It can't replace what we lost, but it takes a huge load off of my mind.