“I bought it, I pay for it, and I own it,” I said, looking straight into the eyes of those who wanted to take my home.
Alina was the first to move into the house. Literally and figuratively—she pulled up in her white Kia Sportage, unloaded two suitcases, a coffee machine, her cat Plush, and her confidence about the future. Well, that last one was wobbling a bit, like an old chair with a cracked leg. The house stood on a … Read more