Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails have gone.

So yesterday while on Facebook I noticed a friend's status said, "I miss the days where the only thing that made us cry is our Barbie's head popping off." (or something along those lines anyway) That really got me to thinking.

A few weeks ago I found out via Craigslist that the house my grandparents used to own in Creekwood was going up for rent. It made me think about the 11-12 years I spent in that house. I was practically raised there. My grandma watched both me and my sister there during the week while my parent's worked. There's alot of good memories in that house....eating popcicles on the front steps in the summer with my friends Rebecca and Stacey, dancing in the basement with my friend Liz, playing the Baby-sitter's Club and Boxcar Children in the backyard, slip and sliding trying to stop under the clothespin, and me and Stacey knocking over flowerpots and blaming it on Sarah so she'd get a spanking and have to leave us alone (ok when I look back now that part was wrong, but it was hilarious for us because we always thought Sarah was trying to get on our nerves. I realize now she just wanted to play with us because she looked up to us). There's a few not-so-great memories too like the weekend we had to spend trapped in the den downstairs to survive a tornado and Hurricane Hugo, the summer I got the flu and woke up from a nap with a 105 fever, the fight I got in with my friend Sarah because she wrote me a fake check as a gag, and not to mention the spankings and time-outs I had earned myself by misbehaving. Overall when I look back the memories are epic; I wouldn't change them for anything in the world. What I wouldn't give to be the one who was renting this house!! I told Jamie the moment I realized it was my grandparents house that I wished we could get it. It's an amazing house in an amazing neighborhood. Sadly the people looking to rent it out are asking for almost $1000 a month. Even if I were to find a fulltime job tomorrow, Jamie and I wouldn't be able to afford rent AND amenities.

This made me start to think about how much simpler we had it as kids. My friend Mandi hit the nail on the head with her status yesterday! Growing up there wasn't much I worried about except not getting in trouble and hoping my friends truly liked me for me. The only things that made me cry were scraped knees, kids calling me names, spilled milk, and getting in trouble at school or at home. Nowadays there's tons of things that can stress me out and make me cry, bills, family problems, relationship problems, not being able to spend as much time with Jamie as I want, and now knowing we won't be able to rent out my grandparents old home. :(

I decided today I'd e-mail the person and try to talk to them. I told them my name, and that this might be random but that I thought the house in their post was my grandparents old home. I told them I basically grew up in that house and would love to talk to them if it was indeed the home (I failed to mention I KNEW it was since I've driven by there at least 10 times since seeing the post. I didn't want to seem insane). I'm hoping they'll offer to let me come and view the house. As of right this moment I haven't heard anything, but I only sent that message an hour ago. I know its a longshot but I'm thinking of asking them if they'd lower the price if Jamie and I were willing to do a rent-to-own. The only problem is even if they are extremely nice and were to say yes, I doubt we could afford it unless they could lower it to $400-$500 a month. With it being a 2-story house with garage, fenced in backyard with storage units, and probably a few acres of land I highly doubt they would be willing to drop the rent by about $500!

Still its nice to dream...

                                        ~Shay~