Looks like my great-grandmother's house is sold. They're doing the inspection later this week, and so long as it passes, which it will, in 40-ish days, it'll no longer be in our family. That depresses me to no end. I just know the buyers are going to tear it down and build a new house on the lot, because while that house means the world to me, it is a house built in '49, and it shows. One bathroom, a decent sized master, a smaller second bedroom, closed off kitchen, closed off dining room, just a lot of things from the past that are no longer desired in a house. And considering it's a pretty big lot size, I know they'll build a fucking ugly house to replace what's currently there. I've seen it a number of times in that neighborhood.
So yeah, that wasn't news I had expected to get today. I knew it would sell fast, but I didn't realize just how fast. They put it on the market at the beginning of the month, and it's already under contract. It just makes me sad.
Sam Neill has passed away. This loss is hard for me, as I loved him as an acror, and I especially loved him as Dr. Alan Grant in the Jurassic Park/Wold series.
I'm going to have to binge all the movies now in remembrance. May he rest in peace.
Ha! Lindsey Garham died!
Now, if we could only get the confirmation for good ol' McConnell.
I cannot wait until I am far away from a city that allows fireworks. All of June, leading up to July 4th, nights have just resembled a war zone. And, if the past is anything to go by, it'll carry on well into the month. The vast majority of my life I lived in areas where fireworks were prohibited, but since moving out here, it's like the wild west. And I've hated every 4th because of it. Plus, the cats always get freaked out when the fireworks start. Right now, Quinn is cuddled up under my blanket, trying to hide from the bangs, which seem neverending, despite it being close to midnight. I hope Texas will be quieter.
I just got news that my dad's family has listed my great-grandmother's house in Montebello for sale. It feels so weird, that house has been owned by my family for 70 years, they bought it when it was new. My dad's family grew up in that house, I did a lot of growing up in that house, and now... Now it's going to be sold. I get it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to hear.
On top of that, there are other things that I'm not going to get into here, but are really big stressors in my life presently. I'm just trying to do my best not to sink below the ever-rising water.
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I'm sorry to hear that, an old family home is hard to lose. So many memories it holds. My great uncle sold my great grandparent's house last year. My great grandparents babysat me alot and I hungout with them alot over summer or winter breaks. Whenever I dream I'm almost always at my great grandparent's house, it's my comfort place in my dreams I guess. My parents moved alot in town, but my great grandparent's place was always in the same house
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