Very simple. Let everyone keep the houses they now own. Why not reduce the mortgage payments of home owners? I never understand the stupid nonsense with the banks. It makes more sense to me to reduce someone’s mortgage than to take someone’s home away from him. Now all the homes sit empty, and no one wants to buy. Some owners damaged their property to get even with the banks for taking their homes. Now the homes are in terrible condition and it would take a lot of money to fix them up. If the banks were willing to work with home owners to reduce their mortgage, all the homes would not be sitting empty bringing down home values and the banks would have money coming in. As it is now, the banks have no money and the homes sit rotting away.
How to get rid of foreclosed properties, rent them out. It’s as simple as that to me. Why can’t these homes be rented out to people who show an interest in renting them? It would help keep property values up. And the government would not have the foreclosed properties on its hands. And the government would have some revenue coming in. I know, it’s too simple. It won’t work.
What makes me feel like a kid? Usually, I’ll have the radio on and a song might come on that I heard when I was a teenager. It’ll take me back to that time of awkwardness and all the changes my body was going through. So when I hear the song, I’ll start to dance, sing and act silly. It makes me feel like a kid again. Any time I have an ice cream cone, it takes me back to a time when I was very young and used to run out of the house to get an ice cream cone from the ice cream truck. The ice cream cone would melt and drip all over my clothes. I was a sloppy, happy mess. If I watch anything Disneyland, especially “Cinderella”, I become a kid again.
What makes me feel like an adult? Things that I have to do to keep up my status as an adult. Like paying my rent, electric, cleaning my apartment, acting like I know what I’m doing, etc. All these things remind me I’m a grown up. It doesn’t sound like much fun, does it?
I realized I was an adult when I moved into my first apartment by myself. My mother had always taken care of everything. She paid the bills, cooked for me, took care of washing my clothes, woke me up in the morning, shopped for food, etc.
Now, I was on my own. I didn’t realize what a responsibility it was taking care of myself. I had to buy furniture for my apartment. I had to make sure the apartment was clean or no one else would clean it. I had to go to the laundromat and wash my clothes. I had to shop for food or else I’d have nothing to eat, unless I wanted to spend money on fast food (which I could no longer afford). The rent had to be paid on time or else I’d end up in the street. I had to wake myself up in the morning or else I’d be late for work and lose my job. The phone, electricity had to be paid on time or else they’d be shut off.
It was a rude awakening. I thought I’d have a lot of freedom and do whatever I wanted. I could do whatever I wanted, but all that freedom came at a cost. Not only that, at the beginning, it felt very lonely to be by myself in the apartment and have no one there to talk with.
Moving into my first apartment by myself made me realize I was an adult and no longer a child. Those carefree childhood days were over for good.