Buying your first house is always going to be a mammoth life event and before I get carried away I did buy a house with my first husband which was a massive thing, however on this occasion I am talking about the time I bought a house all of my very own.
After my first marriage’s demise I moved out with Bethany and invested in my very own house, with my very own mortgage with my very own bills.
I know to some they will be thinking what is this crazy women so excited for?? … for me this was an epic event. After my relationship breakdown with Bethany’s dad in which I found myself homeless with a 6 month old baby and residing in a refuge I was determined it wasn’t going to happen again 5 years after picking myself up again, although still going through a low time with my marriage ending this house purchase finally meant that I was not longer reliant on anyone else except me, no risk of ever being homeless again and living out of bags being frightened that someone else would be able to take away that security (unless I didn’t pay)
Keeping the roof over our heads was hard but each month when those payments went out, I felt empowered. I knew that working 60 hours a week was worth it for ‘my’ house.
I never got round to decorating it before our life moved to another area and the living room carpet was hideous but it was mine all mine.
The day that I finally signed on the dotted line, it was scary, it was terrifying but it really was one of the most amazing feelings in the world.