May 5, 2011 note: Today I went to the tag agency and while I was waiting on my requests to be processed I heard a man next to me provide his home address to the clerk. I was surprised to hear he lived on “Clover Glen,” the street where Mick and lived in our first home. This has been a week of weird coincidences, so I decided perhaps there was more at stake than just coincidence. Therefore, I’m reposting this entry I wrote almost a year ago in preparation for another I’ve been writing for three days. I’ve been writing, and thinking about, and researching, and writing more about the process of falling in, out, and perhaps…back in love again.The gentleman at the tag agency ended up being a resident of the house you see in this photo on the left – he would have been our neighbor to the south. He said he still gets mail for our former neighbors, and they’ve been gone over 20 years. See you here tomorrow – Red Dirt Kelly
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The setting was a cold February, 1986.
My husband and I had been married about six months when the bottom of the oil bust hit Oklahoma. Thousands of homes in Edmond were being vacated after the interest rates within a group of “negative amortization” loans began to skyrocket as the oil jobs started drying up.
For newlyweds living in a tiny apartment like us with adequate income, the housing market was a real opportunity. We purchased our first home from builders who had been paying interest on it for over a year. They were desperate and we felt lucky. We closed on the deal very quickly. Continue reading Live Oak Equals Our Living Marriage