Sometimes I can't believe this is my house. Our house. We own it and it is Wonderful. I can't feel it a lot of the time like when I think of Jeanette's situation. Then I feel something like guilt. And Jeremy doesn't seem to feel anything about owning this house. This Home. But it is truly wonderful! No more worries about being homeless or how my girls and grandchildren will survive after I'm gone. They have a home.
Sometimes it feels like it's not real, like I'm trespassing here and then I realize it's our home and I feel something like Awe.
We have a home.
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