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We just were handed down property that has been in our family since the 1980s.  It is located just outside of the town of Suwannee in a little subdivision (lofty name for a trailer park) called Munden Creek, named after the creek which empties into the Suwannee River.

I have been coming to this property since I was a little kid.  It was always the best place to go in the summer.  My grandpa would take me and my cousins to “the river,” as we called it, for two weeks at a time.  He and I would fish and fish and fish some more.  When we weren’t totally exhausted, we would clean up the property as much as we could for the next time we came up.

My uncle moved up to the property about 20 years ago after he and my aunt got divorced.  I saw the property morph into something that I didn’t enjoy as much.  With him around all the time, he had certain ways he wanted things done.  And he was an alcoholic.  So when his sons (my cousins) came with me to the Suwannee, everyone walked on eggshells around him.  Not fun.

Then about two years ago, my uncle had a warrant placed against him because of his crazy ass ex-girlfriend/common-law wife.  Since he drinks like a fish and does more oxys than a grown man should, he went on the run.  My grandpa, not wanting to take care of the property as it should–man’s almost 90 years old–gave the place to me, since I was the only one in the family who was ever really interested in the lot.

Now, that I have the property, my relationship with Munden Creek is once again undergoing change.  I thought that when I bought or was given this property, there would be a lot of joy.  But I’m not experiencing as much happiness with this purchase as I once thought.  But I’m hoping this is just growing pains of owning a second property.  Who knows.  But the relationship has definitely changed.