My journey towards femininity, with all the bumps in the road. Who knows where this road will lead? But it certainly will be a prettier road, and one well worth traveling.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
Posted on a nearby Door
Sometime within the past couple of years, one of my neighbors vacated her apartment (supposedly) to live with her boyfriend. Neighbor A had a contract to sell the apartment to Neighbor B, but things fell through, most likely due to Neighbor A's upcoming bankruptcy filing. Since bankruptcy is a matter of public record, I feel safe mentioning this issue, as long as I don't identify the former neighbors involved.
Around the time of the aborted sale, Neighbor B moved into Neighbor A's old apartment, and no one gave it any thought. Several months later, we found out that the sale fell through, and told Neighbor B to move out - which they did. (It's amazing that a family who could afford to buy an apartment here could fit all their belongings into a single pick up truck and move out in one day!) The apartment sat empty for a while, and we recently found out that it was being put up for auction. (Again, another public record allows me to mention this event.)
The other day, I saw the above notice posted on Neighbor A's former door. It appears that the mortgage company may have purchased the apartment at auction, and is preparing to sell it. (Or, it may have already have been sold, and this notice is used to tell possible residents that they may have to leave soon.) One way or another, it looks like we'll have new neighbors soon. Let's hope that the new neighbors are better than the old ones....
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