Hanabatake

Event Horizon and Other Goings On

Gah, where does the time go? I have been super busy with just…everything! Work has been great. The past few months, my family has been healthy. The holidays passed without much madness.

Now for the hard part:

My parents’ house is for sale right now. I spent the past year trying to get it modified with Wells Fargo. Unfortunately, they decided not to modify and then gave my parents only about 2 weeks to try to sell it.

So sum it up: it’s been stressful! Gut wrenching. Makes me want to comfort eat, hard core.

Unfortunately, my parents purchased their house at the height of the real estate madness. And their loan terms–GAH!!! My parents are just about retirement age. I don’t think the lender took that into account when they approved everything. And those types of loans…. they have stung a lot of Americans.

The last few years have not been the best. Both my parents got sick and were hospitalized My mom was in the hospital TWICE! Then, we had bad renters who basically had to be evicted.

Anyway, I’ve spent hours and hours on the phone with Wells Fargo, faxing and sending them information, but they just didn’t want to modify. I just called a few lawyers to get more information about other options, but it doesn’t look good.

So, the sticking point is here. I’m going to work my way through with my parents.

Here’s the thing. My parents raised me. They provided me with love, support, and spent a lot on me growing up. I will always be there for them if they need me.

One of my old bosses couldn’t understand why I moved out here to Murrieta to be with them. I had a life and work in LA. Our family takes care of each other. I’m an adult, but that doesn’t mean that I’d just leave them when they need me.

I loved how I was raised. My parents often left us with my maternal grandparents. Along with my cousins, we spent days, months, playing and imagining together. My parents worked hard to put us through school and to help us get established in  homes of our own. They sacrificed a lot to be here for us. I’m willing to do that and more to be there for them. So onward I go! I can only carry on.

Update:

Please don’t think that I’m complaining in this post or being a martyr. I do what I do because my parents were always there for me. As they get older, it’s time for me to be there for them.