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Updated about 9 years ago,
I have all y'all to blame!
okay guys, all I was trying to do was help my disabled kid to have some kind of future after my husband and I die. We are retired. I will be on cancer treatment for the rest of my life. husband has heart failure. We never even considered investing in real estate, not to mention starting a huge Autistic movement. We were supposed to be sitting on our rocking chairs on our front porch saying "Remember when" and then forgetting what we were trying to remember. That is NOT what is happening.
Husband was just now finally able to retire. That's good, because we have too much to do. Closing on a HUD home on the 22nd. Then we have to move into it from the home we purchased in October [which is a block down from sons home] to owner occupy it for a year. Gotta move the chicken coop and find a way to move my compost pile too] We are looking for a home within the same block or so that son and I can purchase together and husband and I will be purchasing another when things calm down.
We are having tons of visitors stopping by for a day or 2 to see when/if they will be joining our community. And if we ever decide to go non-profit, we can have a big fund raiser and buy a HUD home for super cheap to use as headquarters.
I am on the bus every day [block from our home] checking out educational resources, checking out all of the stores and noticing what is selling and for how much. Finding rent requirements on business buildings, We are organizing a neighborhood watch and at the first meeting also would like to sign others up for 'buy nothing' and other neighborhood activities. [ like helping each other spruce up the neighborhood]
In March I have to fly back east and present on AutHaven, expanding it to local areas all over the country,growing GRASP and my vision for here in Pueblo.
So, here I am. I am not sitting in a rocker with a shawl and a lemonade, living in fear of what will happen to my son when remission is over. And you guys are to "blame.' THANK YOU SO MUCH!