A previously posted picture, but I don't have many of me interacting with my home. . . and since this week marks my five year anniversary as a homeowner, it's only fitting to include this self-timer shot from April.
My house isn't perfect - just as nothing in life is perfect - but I love it and it's perfect for me right now. Sometimes I gaze longingly at houses that are at street level, that have a yard, that have an upstairs and a downstairs and I wonder when I'll live in a single family house and not a condominium. Answer is: I don't know exactly when that will happen. Truth be told, I thought five years ago that right about now I'd be making a transition to something different. That's when the housing market was still strong and gaining home equity was pretty much a sure bet. Not anymore. Technically now I'm paying considerably more each month compared to what the financial world says my home is worth, as are many people.
There's been a lot of news about the five year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina this week. Katrina was hitting just as I was unpacking boxes and finding new homes for my plates and spoons. I remember feeling incredibly sad and incredibly grateful as I watched reports of the devastation along the Gulf Coast. I had a place that I was responsible for. That I could love and feel comfortable in. While others were watching (even dying in) their homes as the waters took over.
Some days I give my place a little pep talk and tell it I know you're valuable and I still love you. My goal is to make some day everyday. Thanks, home, for keeping me warm in the winter, cool in the summer and giving me space to laugh and cry and sing and learn and fall asleep each night.