Four Walls of my Own

I turned 30 this year. I didn't expect it to be the year of big events, but it was.

I bought a house:



I'm no longer a renter. I'm a homeowner. It has a nice taste, and I like to say it. Homeowner. Try it. Feels good, yes?

My parents divorced when I was five, and I lived with my mother the rest of my years until I went to college. We moved more times than you'd want to count. The only place I really called home was my dad's home (that was sold and demolished after I went to college). I never really figured I would be in a place where I could buy my own home. Well, after investigating the all-time low interest rates and seeing that a mortgage would actually be less-expensive than a "luxury apartment," I took the plunge. Suddenly, my little savings account that I'd been working on for a number of years was about to buy me four, independent walls of my very own!

I wake up happy every day in my 100 year old gem.