My Little Townhouse

I moved in here about two months ago. Slowly, but surely, it has become home. Though I miss the support at my mom's house, I now see the advantages of being here. It's my place. My corner of the universe. I am queen here and what I say goes. I cook and clean, fold the clothes and maintain the fort while my husband brings in the cash. I'm happy here but I want more. I want my own HOUSE. One that I own with a big yard and room for a kennel for my dog. Right now, the backyard is being protected by my turtle, bane of her food pellets.
This part of Hialeah is interesting. There are little rinky dink houses and virtual mansions side by side. It reminds me of Colombia where houses get built on depending on the wealth of the owner. Same here. I think overtime the houses will become too expensive for the most humble of us here. You can't find anything for less than a hundred thousand anymore. You would have to go into the inner city or down south where the mosquitoes will eat you alive. It's not easy, no es facil.
God willing, by my son's first birthday we'll own something. A good something. Until then, I'm in my little townhouse...