Home Sweet Nothing

My first and biggest mistake was to fall in love with the place where we now live. It’s a condominium, dammit, and to project human emotions upon it is irrational. Nonetheless, for quite some time I was convinced that Ironwood would be our home forever. In my opinion, its design and setting are very nearly perfect. The homeowners association and the management company we retain are progressive and competent. The grounds, including the pool, spa and fitness center, are always impeccably maintained. There has never been any hesitation on our part to make improvements (ceiling fans in every room, water conditioning including reverse osmosis, solar shade, interior completely repainted, etc) because this place is ours and we love it! So, the humbling experience of having to accept that none of this counts for anything is indeed a bitter pill to swallow. Not because of anything we’ve done, the housing market in Nevada is worst in the nation (anyone keeping tabs will discover that this is characteristic of the Silver State in that it is #1 in almost every worst category and dead last in numerous positive measures) and that translates into no one cares anything about our home other than when the selling price will bottom out. Our gratitude for the willingness of Rachel and Steve to share our “retirement home” increases on a daily basis as we realize that our housing future is not dependent upon selling the present property (although there have been comments about the “retirement home” where we may get sent that are cause for concern). I suppose it’s something akin to loving your child dearly only to have the school principal tell you she’s worthless. I’m not going to accept that without a fight!