We don’t know what to do with my grandmother’s house. My grandmother is totally alive, waiting in her retirement home for death to scoop her up and of course, it’s out of question to touch anything in her crib. My mom doesn’t care about that house (my grandmother working, a nanny raised my mom there). I have great memories from there.
The house is aging and starting to cost money –it’s a miracle it didn’t start earlier- and of course, I’m going to have to go sometime this week there to fix some shit. It never ends.
It seems obvious to sell it or rent it. Sell the furniture we don’t want, share the money, that could cover some down payment for some land in California I DON’T KNOW, stuff. Because it’s just property that my grandma will never see again and that we’re dealing with while we don’t care, it’s ridiculous. Of course, we will wait. Morally, ethically and respectfully understandable but terribly inefficient and pointless.
Property. It’s a weird thing. You will not go away with it. It stays here. So you should share, that’s what I’ll try to remember if I end up in her situation. I’d rather be in the situation of dying in my beloved home, happy, though. Kids would burn my skeleton, sell the house or live in it because it will be the shit, I don’t care. I’ll be gone and free from that madness that property is.