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The Quest for Home






SO FAR I'VE SPENT A MONTH LOOKING FOR A NEW HOME. IT'S BEEN SO DISCOURAGING AND FRUSTRATING AND HEARTBREAKING FOR ME AND MY BOYS.

THIS IS THE LETTER I WISH I COULD GIVE TO EVERY SELLER WITH MY OFFER. IT PROBABLY WOULDN'T MATTER, BUT MAYBE SOMEONE WOULD FIND US DESERVING OF A SECOND CHANCE.




To Whom It May Concern,

I'm interested in purchasing your house. My children and I fell in love with all its quaint features, picked out our rooms, and even planned future holidays. We have never owned a house with a fireplace before. How cozy it will be come next Christmas.

As a single mom with 2 boys, it has taken me 7yrs to get to the point where I am able to buy a house. It has been a long and tumultuous road made more difficult by the loss of many loved ones, a divorce, and Covid.

We currently live in a very small townhome. My youngest's bedroom is my closet. We don't have a garage, so our bikes sit in the kitchen. We don't have a yard, so the dogs and boys have no where to run and play. It's too small for company or for friends or for birthday parties.

I currently work 2 jobs, technically 3 at times. I'm a special needs teacher at a private school and an RBT when needed. I also do respite care for the military families who have children with disabilities.  And if that wasn't enough, I'm also grad school and completing intern hours.

Everything I do is for my 2 boys. I want to show them that through hard work and discipline, anything is possible. I hope through my example, they grow up to be successful and kind humans. I'm hoping to accomplish this with a fresh start in a new home.

We would love the opportunity of buying your house and promise to take care of it and fill it with love and happiness.

Love,
The Liberty Family










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