Well, I am amazed! When I moved into this house, as a renter, on July 10, 1992, I had no idea I’d be here in 2013. Or, of course, really, that 2013 would ever happen! : >
Quite an amazing story overall. So I had left my second husband months before, and my wonderful dog Brendan and I were sharing a cozy and beautiful apartment near Eden Park, when I found myself reading the houses for rent pages in the Enquirer (this was a long time ago, and there was no craigslist, etc.). This happened several times, and each time I would fold the paper up, tell myself this was impossible, since I had barely enough to feed both of us and go to a movie once in a while.
One day, before I could squish the paper, I saw an ad I had seen before – but it was in bold type this time. I unsquished the paper a couple of days later and saw that the ad was not in bold type. Which I had suspected. So I knew it was my house and I needed to go look at it.
I made the appointment and then I borrowed a car from one of my kids. I did not want the owner to know I didn’t even have a car (that probably would be different today, too, wouldn’t it? It’s not quite as necessary an appurtenance.) As I was walking up the front steps, I knew about the big window – though I couldn’t see it. And I knew what color the bedroom carpets were, and that I wouldn’t like them.
Over the next 2 weeks, I brought every friend I knew over to look at the house. If I said – ‘I can’t afford it – it makes no sense’, they said ‘you can’t afford it – it makes no sense’. If I said ‘my intuition is really telling me this is my house’, they would basically repeat ‘you know your intuition is telling you to rent this house’.
So finally one morning, I called Polly and said ‘I want your house.’ She was overjoyed, and said ‘You’re the one I wanted to have it.’ We made all the arrangements, with her not doing a credit check, but buying a stove and refrigerator that day,and my being able to move in 10 days later. Her statement was – ‘this may only be for 7 or 8 months’, as she was planning to sell her big house, and make this a little Grandin Road house.
After I hung up the phone, I heard clearly in my ear – ‘And I’ll pay for it.’ The Goddess / my higher self / intuition making that promise, which has been kept now for 21 years. I’ve offered to buy the house several times, but Polly hasn’t been ready to sell.
In the meantime, I love my little oasis, 5 minutes from Fountain Square, with my own deer, owls, hawks, sometimes a fox or a coyote, squirrels, raccoons, a possum, occasionally wild turkeys, always chipmunks – and many, many, many kinds of birds, especially cardinals, blue jays, downy woodpeckers, flickers and chickadees.
Aaaahhhh. I live a charmed life, and it’s sooooo good!