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 :)