Feeling a tad bit discouraged this morning. I won't be able to get the house. Because I haven't been in the country long enough to establish a credit rating I am a bad risk, even though I can prove I can pay for it, so I can't get a mortgage. Had I a co-signer on the mortgage that would not be a problem. At first my dad was going to, but now he has cold feet, and I don't blame him. He's afraid he will die and then it will tie up his estate. A very real concern and I never would want him to be worried about anything, especially at this stage in his life, so I am going to have to withdraw my offer on the house and that is that. I'm not sure how much money I am going to pay for having wasted everyone's time, but there it is.
Back to square one and looking for a non-existant apartment. Sometimes I just can't believe that I have found myself at the age of 65, homeless and reliant once more on others to give me a roof over my head while I try to sort myself out. This was only ever meant to be a temporary situation. My room is supposed to be my dads at some point and I am not sure how much longer I will be able to stay here. Please pray that I will be able to find someplace soon. Thanks so much! I know God works in mysterious ways and there is a place out there for me somewhere.
In any case I am going to end this now because I don't want to be a Debbie Downer and I very much feel like one this morning.
In the meantime know this, because I do, with all my heart.