Buying a home of our own has always been a goal in my life. Ever since I have been living in apartments - some well taken care of, some of questionable construction, - I have wanted to own my place. To be able to pour my love, sweat, + tears into it.
And now that we are finally here, I am so thankful. Everyone has been so supportive of us in this venture and I know that if anything happens, that we would have no problem finding a hand to help us up.
The housing crisis has allowed us to purchase a nice home with a huge yard. Something I didn't think we'd own until our 2nd or 3rd home.
It has allowed us to get a loan with a great interest rate.
It has allowed us to make a solid investment.
But when I visit this home, sometimes I stop and think about the people who used to own it. I wonder what they were like and if they still live around here.
Their misfortune has been our luck, and this makes me feel really guilty.
This was their home that they lived + loved in and it was taken from them by their bank.
On one of our initial trips to our new home, I found a toy car out in the yard. Almost buried by months of dirt.
It made me sad.
Somewhere a little kid is without his toy, and his home.
I know that these circumstances are not my fault, and that if it wasn't us, it would be another couple purchasing this house. I am ever so thankful to be one of the lucky few that have a home to start a new life in.
In time this little house will become ours.
We will raise our babies here. We will have friends + family here. We will work hard here.
We will love here.
And that's all a house really wants.