Let me repeat myself. Home. Owners. We officially own our very first roof! Why don’t I feel more accomplished? Rick and I have talked about owning a home since before we were married, we’ve discussed paint colors, and table settings. This has been a dream come true, yet again why don’t I feel more accomplished?
As of January 23rd we owe hundreds of thousands of dollars to the bank, we have a 4 bedroom, two bathroom, fully finished basement, little under 3/4 of an acre lot for the kids to run a muck on, split entry house on the perfect little cul- de-sac . This is going to be home. This is going to our home. Yet, I still don’t feel more accomplished. I know it is going to take a bit of time to do the minor things we want done, such as painting and building a playroom for the kids. My husband has been working like a dog to meet my ridiculous deadline for our move-in date and I am so thankful he is thinking he will be able to meet my high demands. I’ve been to our house twice since we have signed a few hundred signatures making it ours. I want to be part of the minor renovations we are doing to make it ours, but all I am doing is barking orders and picking out things. I suppose I am ok with that. I am involved, just not physically getting dirty. OK, I banged in nails Friday but that’s about the extent of my physically helping. Maybe that is why I don’t feel more accomplished? Since I am not physically there, physically helping.
Owning a home is a huge thing for us! We have worked really hard to get here and I am beyond excited! I cannot wait for move-in weekend and to get the kids rooms set up. Our first Sunday dinner will be quite amazing, my kitchen is friggin awesome! I am proud of my husband, and everything he has done to get us to this point. Cannot wait to make memories under that roof, on that little cul-de-sac, in that yard.
Home owners. Wow…