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  • The "newly" replaced roof in our bedroom was leaking--again, and there's a new rat hole in the kitchen ceiling, just right where the light bulb is fixed; now only one of the two screws is actually attached to the ceiling. suffice to say, our kitchen ceiling spells tragedy.

    so i asked keith if he could picture us living in a pigeon hole of a house. and he said, "Well, of course we can." He's lived in so many pigeon holes in his life, one more won't make a difference. I suppose the question is more appropriately asked to me.
    "If it's just 'us', we surely can."
    I made a face and said that it will never be just 'us' because it is just 'us' who thinks 'us' is just 'us' when it fact 'us' is my my father, my sister, my brother, my mother and her 10,000 sacks of merchandise stored in wherever 'us" is.
    "Well, that'd surely be beyond the pigeon hole's capacity," he said.

    "I know." I will forever be tragically saddened by this fact, not until we're left to just 'us.'
    Sadder, even, because we will forever be stuck in rental house being unable to afford lump sum downpayments for a new house (like what, a quarter of a million? i don't have that kind of money). Saddest at the most for the landlord's lack of regard for the fact that his shithole units for rent are more expensive than the average apartments in the city.

    we have been here 6 years. above everything, it's 'just us' moving to a place we can actually own is all i wanted.

    "Or we can just live in the combi. We can buy a combi and just sleep in the van."
    "and so we can give up our room for the kids to use..."
    "...and we can just live in the van..."
    "...by the road, in front of our pigeon hole..."
    "...that way all of 'us' would fit in our..."
    "...pigeon hole."
    "Won't that be really cool?"
    "Will they ever move out and leave us alone?"

    I don't know. i don't know, man. i've given up trying to make them, my mother, especially, understand that...
    "...but they will when they retire. my siblings will, when they get have their own kids."

    but will that ever come? when will that be, combi?
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