The life of Janet Anderson Hardy from 1981 to 1999 in San Diego Area, California. Home on Camberwell Lane, Rancho Bernardo 1988-1997.
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Depression Addressed, A New Venture in Fall 1998

Dec 9, 1998 I can't believe I have not written in her for so long.  it was extremely hot in this apartment last summer and I was so depressed.  Nadine and I did buy bicycles, hers is red, mine is yellow and at first we were riding and walking on alternate days and then we just rode our bikes and it has been great, down by the ocean, around the bay. But, I have been eating too much and putting on lbs and it is very cold out.

In summer went to WMA in Las Vegas, enjoyed that very much.  In August had a Hardy FamilyReunion in Nevada and then went on to Zion with the Pulsipher and stayed at Buffalo Bills.  Meagan and I really had an enjoyable time, visited Alan's summer home and Miriam's, too.  Both very comfortable and nice.  

Then I got so depressed again I decided to call Kaiser and I met with a therapist and he put me on Elavil and met with several times in the last three months and then for Thanksgiving I went to Susanville and Maria drove me to Clear Creek and Lake Almanor Country Club and I fell in love with the area!!!!  The drive up the snowy hill with tall snow covered trees on each side was magic!!!

It is a gated community on a huge lake.  The tranquility, the beauty, the peace! We drove around and looked at a few places for sell in my low price range and I was attracted to one especially, so Maria made an appt with a realtor.

We went back on a beautiful snowy day, the realtor was very pleasant and the house I was interested in..1248 sq ft with large pine tree lot..front and back deck..three bedroom.  I felt an immediate "good feeling."

I asked the realtor, "Why  do I like this one so well?"  He said, "It has a more woodsy feeling." Anyway I just felt this area was perfect for me and this house was perfect for me but I did not want to think too rashly so I slept on it and prayed about it.  By now I had stopped taking the Elavil and I was feeling pretty good.  Anyway two days later I told Mark how I felt about the area and my need to leave the city and get on with my life and how I felt it was for me.

Then I called the realtor and told him exactly what I wanted to offer ($110,000) though it was listed at $129,000) and since I was leaving that night he said he'd run a verbal by them.  I felt so in control of my life, so certain that I was needed in the Branch there, so sure that that house would be perfect for me and I should be there and I would feel the peace I am seeking and the area was all I had hoped for, a kind of getting back to my roots, a small town, I felt energized and such gratitude for finally getting an answer to my prayers of where I should be.  I would still have to work it out. but it certainly a lot cheaper there.

Anyway the people did not respond.  It was owned by four children that had to make a decision and they would be taking a loss.  I did not see how I could afford anymore.  I am praying we can compromise some way.  Jeanne said she would loan me money and Martin said he would help if needed.  I was grateful for both.

I felt Richard was helping to make it happen for me.  He always wanted me to be able to keep my house and probably will not rest well until I have my house in the mountains.  Camber said she can imagine Richard talking to the couple up there and telling them how much I need that house. Everyone is rooting for me, I think.

Dec10, 1998 I talked to John and he does not see how I can afford to do this!  

Oh, and the people came back at $118,000 and I said, "Yes".  I feel so right and clear.  I feel it is an answer to my prayers.  Here's hoping I can figure out the money!!!!  I am pulled my money out of the investment I put the proceeds from the sale of the house in as it has grown so amazingly and I do not want any surprises to change that!!!  I need every penny I can get.  With a 25% down the underwriting is a lot less stringent.

I called Maria and told her about the acceptance and about talking to John, he made me cry, and Maria made me feel better!