Midnight and still up. You could call it buyer's remorse but I am not really remorseful, just scared. Yesterday I turned 46 and took the last steps to home ownership. This will be my first home. No, I haven't lived in the woods or with my parents. I have rented or lived in a house that belonged to someone else. Not that I was not made to feel at home. I was allowed to decorate, buy furniture, paint and make it mine, but this is my first house where I can do anything at all without the approval of someone else. There are so many possibilities - too many.
Most people my age have not only houses but children and spouses. I have dogs and the accumulation of years of collecting and the inherited treasures. I have the task of going through it all and deciding the fate of each piece.
Not only am I starting a new life in a new home but also a new job. Although I had this job last year, it was just as an adjunct. This year I have been hired full time with full benefits. This makes it seem more real. I left a job I had for 16 years to take this new one and am going from teaching high school students to teaching at a University. What a change.
I close on my house in 3 days and start my job in 10 days. I start my new life somewhere in between. Join me on the journey!
