It started off quite unexpected. A smoldering fire perhaps. The thoughts and feelings seeped into my mind one night.  The following morning I had made a decision to just go for it.  I made a phone call and my life changed forever.

Why couldn’t I be a homeowner?  I had always paid my bills on time and had a job I loved.  The bank immediately pre approved me, so my next step was finding my very own realtor.  My banker was very helpful and gave me a number of a woman who would fit the bill.

Ruth, my realtor, spoke in detail with me while gathering information about my needs.  I wanted something I could afford and something my boys would have plenty of room.  After looking through several homes she called with an address.  I couldn’t wait to leave work that day to meet her.  You just never know when you will find “the one!”

I was enchanted by the little neighborhood on a dead-end street.  I pulled up to the house with the For Sale sign posted out front.  It was so adorable.  I held my breath as I opened the door.

It was a perfect three bedroom home boasting fresh paint, carpet, tiling, countertops and fixtures.  And as if that wasn’t perfect enough I walked out the back door to a huge deck with a fenced-in yard.  And thus my love affair began.  I am actually In-Love with my house.

I have not forgotten my first love, creative writing.  The whole process of owning a home has been very time-consuming.  I plan to start publishing stories weekly :)