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So, I just bought a house at the beginning of the month. A foreclosure, because I am poor =).
I got out of class an hour ago, and get home. I'm sitting on my couch playing the Forza 3 demo (excellent BTW) and I get a knock on my door. I open the door to find a beautiful Mexican woman in her early 30's. She hardly spoke English. She told me that she needed her green card, and that the immigration office told her that they had mailed it to her old address (my new address).
The only thing we've gotten in the mail were some ads, never anything remotely official. I told her this, and she seemed really worried. I offered and took her phone number in my phone in case we get it in.
While I'm doing this she utters out in a very quiet and half sobbing voice "I miss my home..."
Which made me marginally uncomfortable. By moving into her foreclosed house I invariably know a lot about her: she had at the very least one daughter and one son. They had a pink princess themed bathroom and a boys room with spiderman painted on the wall with an airbrush, leading me to believe that she is somewhat of an artist. I learned from the neighbors that she is a school teacher and I can only assume she lost her job because she was wearing an apron for a maid service when she answered the door.
Looking up the tax records for the home, I also know she paid about 210% what I did for the house.
I just can't help but feel I am profiting to the loss of someone else. =/
I got out of class an hour ago, and get home. I'm sitting on my couch playing the Forza 3 demo (excellent BTW) and I get a knock on my door. I open the door to find a beautiful Mexican woman in her early 30's. She hardly spoke English. She told me that she needed her green card, and that the immigration office told her that they had mailed it to her old address (my new address).
The only thing we've gotten in the mail were some ads, never anything remotely official. I told her this, and she seemed really worried. I offered and took her phone number in my phone in case we get it in.
While I'm doing this she utters out in a very quiet and half sobbing voice "I miss my home..."
Which made me marginally uncomfortable. By moving into her foreclosed house I invariably know a lot about her: she had at the very least one daughter and one son. They had a pink princess themed bathroom and a boys room with spiderman painted on the wall with an airbrush, leading me to believe that she is somewhat of an artist. I learned from the neighbors that she is a school teacher and I can only assume she lost her job because she was wearing an apron for a maid service when she answered the door.
Looking up the tax records for the home, I also know she paid about 210% what I did for the house.
I just can't help but feel I am profiting to the loss of someone else. =/
