This fair housing thing keeps coming up in my life and I am just dazed and amazed. I recently sold a house and now many of my old neighbors are angry with me because of who the house sold to. I am upset and frustrated and I am very sure this is not a good time to be posting on my blog but if I don’t do something to vent, I am going to explode, (or break out in tears). I just got off the phone with an old neighbor of almost 14 years. I thought we were good friends. My husband shoveled her walks every snow storm, every winter and edged her lawn every week, every summer. We had many nice long talks standing out on the street, my kids chased down her runaway dog more times than I can count, and I even visited her home on several occasions. I am disappointed that 14 years of good memories can be erased so quickly because I did not break the law. I am starting to feel that the neighborhood concensus is that I hand-picked the new owner for no other reason than to exact some kind of revenge, for what I do not know. All the friendships, lasting relationships we had there mean nothing now by this one act. The service I rendered for and in behalf of the neighborhood, the relationships I forged, the effect I thought I had, all have become meaningless or forgotten. It really hurts to know that a person is not judged by the fruits of their labors but instead by whom they sell their home to.