What’s next?
Thank you again, Coby, for being the messenger of the tough news I’ve been struggling to put into words. It’s a lot to take in, but hey—what are friends for?
Not that everything is all doom and gloom! James and I were definitely a bit stunned and overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events with our landlord’s passing, but we’re holding onto hope and taking things one step at a time.
Our home is finally starting to feel like home again, and I’ll tell you why in a minute. But first: we still have a small window to figure out how to stay here for good. That means working out a way to pull together a down payment, with plenty of help (and hopefully, a little luck!). So, if you can chip in, every bit truly makes a difference. Our goals have shifted a bit—yes, James still making practical steps of getting his e-trike, but securing our home has jumped to the top of the list. It might seem like a long shot, but given the housing market and what we’ve already put into this place, we actually have a chance—if the heir is willing to work with us. I just shared James’ diagnosis and our situation with them for the first time, so fingers (and toes) crossed!
In the meantime, we had a very satisfying moment: we finally cleared out all the clutter from the squatter (which sounds like the title of a great song, don’t you think?). Within a few whirlwind days, the house was buzzing with the best kind of energy—friends and neighbors, some we hadn’t seen in years, showed up to take home anything they could use. There were kids laughing, warm hugs, deep conversations, and new connections made.
It felt less like a stressful cleanup and more like a surprise community gathering—one of those perfectly unplanned moments where everything just clicks. Instead of bringing gifts, people carried away little and big pieces—both figuratively and literally—of these tough last months, clearing the air and giving these items a fresh start and new purpose elsewhere. The house, which had felt so heavy and overwhelming, suddenly felt bright, open, and full of possibility again. We laughed, we told stories, and for the first time in a long time, we deeply exhaled.
Now, as we focus on the future—on keeping this home and making it truly ours—your support means everything. Every donation, every share, and every encouraging word helps more than you know.
Your presence in this journey has been a gift. Your support has been a guiding light, and we couldn’t have come this far without it.
With heartfelt gratitude, we move forward, knowing we’re not alone.
James and Margit
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