I paid the taxes on the house, enough to keep it from going to auction this year. So Cho and I won’t be thrown out by sheriff’s deputies with our sad possessions on the street. I’ve read stories about evictions and how brutal it can be. It makes me grateful, for at least a temporary stay.
However I did lose my metal nail file and a fork to security at the courthouse. They found them when I went through the metal detector and told me they could be considered weapons. The TSA let me keep my nail file, I didn’t try taking a fork on the plane but I didn’t mention this. It didn’t seem like a good time.
But when I walked out with the receipt showing “paid” in bright red capital letters I felt a profound sense of relief. I am broke, more broke than usual, but I know Cho Chang and I still have a home. For now.