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Aug. 19th, 2007 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tingelI'm back home. I'm totally wasted. Yesterday evening was really nice. My friend, my mom and I had dinner together. My friend cooked an African dish, lamb with ocra - YUMMY! Very spicy. I love spicy food! We chatted, watched TV and just relaxed. My mom gave up around midnight and she and Flocke went to bed. My friend and I stayed up till about 2 a.m. Of course, me being me, I didn't go to sleep. Instead I liberated my dad's notebook and read Cambiare Podentes: Invocare by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jordangrant. I'm half way through now. So I got to sleep at around 4 a.m. which would explain why I'm exhausted right now.
The family meeting was just as exciting as I'd expected it to be. I left after two hours. At least I made my mom happy in attending at all.
On a more serious note: my mom is a nervous wrack right now. Their landlord and landlady died earlier this year and their heirs have suddenly decided to sell the house. That means my parents have to either buy it or move out. The house is old (~ 1930) and comes with quite a stretch of land. The garden is just gorgeous. It's a two-family house with another couple living on ground floor. They're really close friends of my parents. They were invited to the wedding and Flocke (our dachshound) spends as much time with them as with my parents. It'd be a disaster for my parents to move out. But of course, there's the financial aspect. Houses aren't exactly cheap and my dad's currently unemployed and going to retire next year. My mom's still working part-time. And to top it all, my dad's in Spain right now. He's biking to Santiago de Compostela. Been away for about 4 weeks and won't return for about another 3 at the earliest. My mom doesn't want to tell him right now. She doesn't want him to stress and overdo it. Instead she's stressing so much she doesn't sleep properly.
I really hope they can buy the house. Beside all its advantages it means a lot to my family. My father was actually born there before his parents build their own house. Then we moved there when I was really small and lived there for about 10 years before moving to my grandparents. And after my parents got in this huge fight with them we moved back again. I think it means 'home' to my father even more than his parents' place (which was sold after their death anyway).
jordangrant. I'm half way through now. So I got to sleep at around 4 a.m. which would explain why I'm exhausted right now.The family meeting was just as exciting as I'd expected it to be. I left after two hours. At least I made my mom happy in attending at all.
On a more serious note: my mom is a nervous wrack right now. Their landlord and landlady died earlier this year and their heirs have suddenly decided to sell the house. That means my parents have to either buy it or move out. The house is old (~ 1930) and comes with quite a stretch of land. The garden is just gorgeous. It's a two-family house with another couple living on ground floor. They're really close friends of my parents. They were invited to the wedding and Flocke (our dachshound) spends as much time with them as with my parents. It'd be a disaster for my parents to move out. But of course, there's the financial aspect. Houses aren't exactly cheap and my dad's currently unemployed and going to retire next year. My mom's still working part-time. And to top it all, my dad's in Spain right now. He's biking to Santiago de Compostela. Been away for about 4 weeks and won't return for about another 3 at the earliest. My mom doesn't want to tell him right now. She doesn't want him to stress and overdo it. Instead she's stressing so much she doesn't sleep properly.
I really hope they can buy the house. Beside all its advantages it means a lot to my family. My father was actually born there before his parents build their own house. Then we moved there when I was really small and lived there for about 10 years before moving to my grandparents. And after my parents got in this huge fight with them we moved back again. I think it means 'home' to my father even more than his parents' place (which was sold after their death anyway).
