Had you asked me two months ago if I would ever come back to Milton St again, my answer would have been “no, never”. How I went from “no, never” to “I`ll be moving next month” is a long story that can be told in a few words.
Milton St is the street where my parents lived. When they died last year I packed everything and waited for the legal paperwork (which can take months in here) to be ready, in hopes of selling the property and never come back again. Don`t get me wrong, it`s not that I hated my parents, the house or the neighborhood, it`s just that it has so much history that I simply wanted to leave it in the past.
But life has funny ways, don`t you think?
Lawyers, notaries, legal fees are draining my pockets. On top of that, there are new laws in this country that caused a big recession in real states business and it`s very difficult to sell right now. I thought that I could cover the expenses with the selling of the house but that is not happening so I need to leave my rented apartment in order to spare some money to pay all the legal fees. And the only place I can go where I don`t have to pay a rent is Milton St.
And that`s how I went from “no, never” to “moving”. Time is running.
The kitchen clock
How I feel about it, it`s another story.
The Wanderer 