The Joy Behind My First Home

Ok, here goes, 63 minutes until possession. I type better under pressure anyway right? Here's why I love the support we're getting from everyone.

My childhood was mostly insane. I remember a time when we had a nice home, nice car, a cleaning lady and my Mother once lit her cigarette with a $50 bill. That time was very brief and very fleeting. My reality was typically flat broke, bad house in a bad neighborhood, no car, no food. I remember sleeping in Greyhound stations. I remember being po'. When I was a teenager we lived in subsidized housing, got a VCR, a microwave and my Mom bought a car when I was 13. We were living the high life in my mind. there was a yard and a 7-11 across the street!

My Mother has yet to purchase a home. My brother has purchased four though.

Over the course of my adult life I had completely given up on home ownership. I didn't see it as something that was attainable for me. When I would dream....I couldn't dream or hope enough to imagine owning a home. When I got married I was homeless...essentially, we mercifully got to house-sit for a bit until we rented an apartment. We had no TV, no VCR, no stereo, no couch, no car, no microwave, no dishwasher, the list keeps going...no bed....on and on. Hell, I didn't have a dishwasher until 2006! A microwave took even longer.

My fiance's parents owned a variety of homes over the course of his life. He is accustomed to home ownership. He was a successful business owner when he was in his 20's. He was a workaholic and had HUGE dreams. He always saw them being attained. Then life set in....he went bankrupt, he had the immense blessing of his daughter being born (way outside of his plans though), his Father passed away, his relationship with his daughter's Mother ended.....the list goes on. After it all went bad and sour, he gave up too. He figured that an average life of just relaxing was enough for him. He still dreamed his dreams, including owning his own home, but had put them all aside.

Here we are today.

It's not a big deal to most. It's a big deal to me. It's like when I was a single Mother and I bought myself my diningroom table. It felt like a rite of passage. I know most of you own your home, I know some of you are millionaires. My dreams might seem small....but they're mine and they're coming true. That's all that matters.

The support from friends has been wonderful. TJ could tell me off the top of his head exactly how many more sleeps it was. Alisha, Lucy, June, Michael, Sean, Christina, David, Trina and Margaret....and....sooooo many others have daily rejoiced with me and made it delightful.

So, I'm gonna go load my three daughters into the Magnum (my dreamcar btw), pick up a few slurpees, roll the windows down and take a leisurely drive over to my new house.

Happy Canada Day everyone.