Shia (POV).
(Still remembering)After that eventful day, I went home had something to eat, bathe, then went to sleep.. The next day I spent at home going through my grandma things, looking at pictures of happier times with my family. Then it hit me, I was alone in the world, no family or friends! I had nothing to keep me in Mandeville anymore, I could leave my heartache and grieve behind and start over. Where no one knew me.. That's it, what was I waiting on. I had nothing holding me here.. I quickly ran to my grandma room where there was a map of Jamaica. I had a talk with myself, "I said", Shia, where ever your finger land baby girl it's a fresh start, a New beginning, it's your time. Do this for you.. I shut my eyes, spin three times and touch it.. I was afraid to look, slowly opened my eyes.. Damn, Portland, the only parish I've never been to... Yes, hallelujah, thank you Jesus.. Portland!!!
Here I come.I checked my bank book, I had a little over two million from the sale of the house. I got pen and paper and made a list, the pros and cons of buying versus renting. Buying, I would only have to pay light and water plus property tax. Rent was expensive, and it would be every month plus light, water and extras... What to do? I needed information! Library.. Got up, had a shower, and went by the library, didn't see any one I knew, so I went in and signed up for an hour at the computer room. When my time came, I log onto a few Realtors. Some of the prices were astronomical, the prices range from J$25 mil. to as high as J$100.2 mil......JESUS. H. CHRIST.. I nearly shit my pants.. I had to revised my plan, I had already made my mind up, it was Portland.. I can't stay here... I couldn't stay or be here, to see her baby bump grow, to see them together.. I check the prices of land, that was up there too, way up out of my budget.. I had two weeks to leave the house, if I even sell some of the furniture, it still wouldn't be much. Plus I would need some for my move.. I really need to make the best and right decision for my future... I wrote down a few of the Realtors numbers to call when I reach home.
After getting something to eat, I walk home with my head down, not looking at anyone.. I just wanted out of here, to just let go and stop this feeling of being inadequate. I spent the afternoon calling the Realtors, only getting a heads up after the eight one, a Mr O'connor. He had a few fixer upper in my price range, after making plans to meet in two days time, I rang off. After two days of cleaning and packing up what I wanted..
I was presently at the Realtors office looking through his portfolio's online. He kept asking, if I wasn't too young to be purchasing a house by myself. Told him I was helping out my grandma, since she had gotten a bit sickly, and didn't want to travel so far... I was no expert, but GOD dang it, some of the places needed a lighted match..
"Mr O'connor, my grandma and I need somewhere liveable, some where before the end of the month", I told him.. He went through some more until he stop at a quaint little two bedroom, the asking price was doable, only draw back, it was in the deep country side. Less than an hour from St Margaret's Bay, a small district name Queens Bay, very picturesque. I was a city girl born and bred.. I asked if it was reachable by taxi or bus. he said, yes. Fifteen minutes after we were on our way..
The journey was beautiful, I could definitely see myself living here. Queens Bay, finally. The owner was migrating to the States, a Mr Nelson. His children was settled there, they wanted him with them, none of them wanted the house, (he had already sold off the land).
The yard was properly secured with concrete wall right around, a foot gate plus driveway up to a modern carport, the windows were newly installed. The yard was full of fruit trees. I was in love with the house, inside was recently painted off white, both bedrooms and living room. the bathrooms were a pretty baby blue, the kitchen was done in burnt cinnamon, the whole place was newly tiled. And the best part, the nearest neighbor was the one across the road..
I couldn't believe it.. It was more than I was expecting, the price couldn't be right. A car horn blow outside signaling Mr Nelson was here.... The euphoria I was feeling went CRASHING.. Mr Nelson was here... Panic attack..
I went outside to meet him. He was looking at me with a gentle smile, hand out to shake.. "Good afternoon Ms Douglas, what do you think about the house? I shook his hand and limply greeted him, and told him honestly.. "Mr Nelson, I love the house, the yard, everything. It's ideal for my grandma and I. Could I hear the right price before I combust.. please Sir". I stated..
I was sweating bricks by now.. .. He looked at me and laugh right out.. "$1.2... My ears started buzzing... I couldn't hear what they were saying to me. Mr O'connor, kept calling my name, after about four minutes, I came to when I felt water on my face....
I stare at him with my mouth open. Mr Nelson was fanning me while Mr O'connor, was trying to get me to drink some water.. I drank the water and finally pull myself together. I asked, "Mr Nelson, is something wrong with the house or the neighborhood, the neighbors?.. He shakes his head no.. I had to ask.. "Sir, are you pulling my legs? "No", he said.. "Then why is the price below market value?". Getting antsy.. He looked at me and said. "I spent J$1.2 million to renovate, that's all I want back. If you pay the commission fee of $80 thousand. the house is yours free and clear."OMG...OMG...OMG"... I kept chanting.. "My lawyer is ten minutes away we can sign the papers then you'll get the keys and everything as is, is yours"He said..
I couldn't help the big smile that spread across my face... I ran to him and hugged him like he was my lifeline(yes he was).. We went to his lawyer's, got everything signed, went to the bank, then the tax office..By four thirty that afternoon, I was the proud owner of My First home... I thanked them both and went to get a bus back to Mandeville. I took me over five hours to reach. the next morning I got up early, went by the school to give them my new address to forward my mail when the Exams results came out(that way I wouldn't have to return). Then to the bank to change my address, and pay off all outstanding bills.
I got some box. Return home, called a moving truck. Went by Friends In Need, a local non-profit organization that help people, to come by and pick up what I was donating.. Call Mrs Dawkins, tell her thanks for all she had done for me over the years..
Three days later I was in Portland.. Settled in my new home......I didn't even remember my birthdate.... but guess what, I was finally happy... YEA
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