What’s better than pulling weeds in your own yard? Or hanging clothes out on the clothesline that your husband put in? I’m living the dream. Seriously, this is my dream. I have my family, my health, and my own house. What more could a girl ask for? Plus, I think we found a church-home. Skidamarinkydink!
As Matt and I walk around
the house our house, I’ve noticed that we have started making plans. Why not? It’s our house. Hmmm, maybe we could do this, add that, or change this.
Homeownership is difficult to describe. There is definitely an emotional attachment and investment already taking place. I guess it’s sort of like parenthood. You think you understand the relationship between parents and kids before you have your own. Then when you have your own children, you realize how clueless you were. Actually, this accurately describes how I feel every night my head hits the pillow.
Okay, so your dream may not be quite like mine. My life experiences and preferences have just gravitated to a more rural lifestyle. I take joy in hearing the neighborhood roosters making their declarations. I love that the people in my neighborhood all wave to you. We even had someone bring us a “Welcome to the Neighborhood” basket of goodies.
Yes. I think I can safely begin to start putting down roots.
And pulling weeds.
Happy Homeowner, G. Bark