A year ago this week, I became a home owner. It seems like just yesterday I was looking at houses trying to find the one that I belonged in, but on the other hand, it seems like I have lived here forever. This house had such a comfortable feeling, even the first time I came to see it, that I knew that I would be happy here. And I have been. I would be slightly happier if someone would give me free oil and if Desoto would learn how to work the vacuum cleaner, but it has been a happy year.
I wasn't sure how I would like owning my own house, it has always seemed like a little more responsibility than I was comfortable with, but I guess I put off becoming a full fledged adult for long enough. I haven't found the day to day responsibilities hard to handle at all, just once in a while things will come up, like bills for things that I have never had to deal with, or home repairs that I have no experience with, but a quick phone call to Dad usually resolves the issues.
So happy houseiversary to me.
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