We bought our first house. That is to say that after 13 years of marriage we finally have a home to call our very own. At times I thought we’d never get here. But here we are, mortgage and all. It feels pretty good.
It’s a long story, as all home-buying experiences go, that I mean to share. Or maybe not. So much of it sounds like whining, when I look back on it. But sometimes it’s good to see that while it felt like a rotten, eternal state of being during the thick of the trial, it was actually quite short and filled with blessings. A perspective I hope to remember the next time I’m facing difficulties.
This is not the house I would have picked as first choice, but I know that it’s the right house for us. We are exactly where we need to be, for now. And I really love it.