Smile you're in paradise.

*caution* Real raw life has happened. Read at your own risk.
(Writing my feelings about my life helps me)

[A few months ago on
one Sunday morning, drive]

Jody happily says to Kimber: "Smile you're in paradise!"

[Kimber sighs]

Kimber: "I don't feel like I am in paradise."

Jody: "How can you not feel like that?" We have many beaches, lots of stores, lots of trees and the weather is always fantastic!"

[Scene jumps back to Kimber and Jody's house in TX in January and her friend who has come to see them to discuss moving to Florida]

[Kimber and Jody agree together to make the move to Florida]

[They did that in June 2014]

*Jump to today*
I have not thought about that day in a while. It came back to me today. 

Why do you not feel like you are not in paradise? (You ask)

My friend who owns the home. Has been fighting the mortgage company. I love him to death for doing so much for us. I just wish we had enough money to pay off the mortgage.

I will be in paradise when the home is ours. I will be in paradise when I can stop worrying about, will be homeless? Will we have money to move if we can not keep the house we love?

I try to keep hopes up. I keep praying that we can keep this house. This is our dream to be here. Yes we took a big risk.
Its just one day at a time.

My random question is, what's a last resort? Maybe a fundraiser to save our paradise?  If so would anyone help?
I would help someone who was in the same situation, if I had the money to do so.