Home is Where the Heart is

Don't you love that movie?

Also coming up with catchy titles is not easy. My mind always resorts to romantic comedies. Wonder why?

I'm happy but I'm nervous. Kind of like starting a new job. Like you work really hard at something and you're proud and everything but then responsibility sets in. Like yay, I worked my way to a promotion but, oh, here comes all the challenging stuff.

We have a beautiful home. It's our starter home but it's certainly a cut above what I has envisioned in my mind as a starter home. No smells, weird wallpaper, outdated appliances; we lucked out. There are virtually no repairs that need to be made. It's checks off most my boxes that I can live with and thensome.

I'm the type of person that naturally gets cold feet though. Is this really what I want? What if this isn't it? What if a repair goes out? Did I not think this through?

I'm a commitment phobe. You know when people say, "shit got real"? I think that's when things settle in, like this if official. Deal with the consequences.

Panic set in. No longer can you run to the safe spot of imagining. This. Is. Real.

But ya know, it's nice. I see the X amount still owed on the house, the mortgage that is now twice the rent I was paying before (which is funny, one bedroom versus four bedrooms, but mmmk). We have a view, fresh paint, and a new "lease" on life.