This has been a frustrating week, still trying to understand why lenders refuse to finance the property without having any logical reason. The value is there, with 10 acres, two nearly new triple-wide, 2,500 square foot manufactured homes, and a slew of 3-year-old outbuildings. If there was one home at this same price, we could get a mortgage. Just adding the second home makes the property “ineligible.” But why???
I rely a lot on my intuition, and Joe laughs at my tendency to look for “signs” that something is right or wrong. He thinks the situation is hopeless, and I should read the “signs” that getting turned down eight times ought to tell anyone it’s not “meant to be”. But then I contradict myself and say that “if it’s meant to be, it’s up to me”, another of my favorite sayings, another version of “God helps those who help themselves.” I’m not ready to let it go just yet. Didn’t Thomas Paine say, “the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph”?
We continue to look at properties daily. Not much new is coming on the market; darn this pandemic! At a time when we most want to get out of the city and find not just peace and comfort in the country, but the safety of a lower risk environment, the country folk are hunkered down and not budging. But the clock is ticking; Joe has to be out of his house in three weeks, and I had planned to give my two-months notice on my rental next week. At least we have that flexibility, but we’re all getting impatient to begin the new life, not move into limbo.
I have been researching properties whose owners might be considering selling, but are not currently on the market. I’m looking into farm loans. We’re investigating whether we can subdivide the property in two so that each half has just one home, if that will help. I’m disappointed by the fact that of the countless mortgage lenders we’ve talked to, not a single one has had the initiative to look for or offer any alternate solutions, to try to be creative or resourceful.
On the positive side, we did form the LLC on Joe’s birthday last week, so Eden’s Acres is official! And I am concentrating on positive visualization, laying out the tracts on the property for trees, gardens, animals, recreation, events. Meditating on attracting abundance. Working on the business plan and product development. Yesterday was Father’s Day, so at our weekly Sunday Dinner we all asked our beloved Papa Joe in heaven to pull some strings. He grew up in the city, and his move to the suburbs when we were born was a major life change for him. “All I knew was concrete,” he used to say, but he discovered that he loved to garden, and his tomatoes and peppers became his favorite crops. He would so love this property, as would our mom. They would be parked on that screen porch day and night, soaking up the peace and quiet and the beauty of nature.
We still carry their ashes with us in two separate urns, with half of of them in each…16 years now. I left my urn with Joe a couple of years ago, I want them to be together completely, he’s not ready to let them go to the earth. But in Eden’s Acres we can all find a home together, where they can rest at peace, and when our times come we can join them in our angel garden. It’s how they always meant it to be.
It’s up to me…
Eden's Acres 