So, for the past two years I have been living in a small 900 square foot house. It was cramped, it was old, it was in the “ghetto” part of town and it was awful. I have had two break-in’s since living there, and the police seemed to think nothing of it. Thankfully, I had good neighbors, which made it far more bearable, but we couldn’t walk to the park (three doors down) without my kids seeing or hearing something they shouldn’t.
I have wanted to leave. However, my credit was poor after my divorce, I had an eviction on my record from splitting up with my ex, and I couldn’t afford more than the rent at that place.
I’ve been working on it. Really working on it.
In June, all of my debts were paid besides hospital bills and student debt.
I thought about getting a new car at that point, but decided to stick with my old, rugged van until it dies.
I am so grateful for that decision.
Because today I pick up the keys to a new house.
A house that is exactly what I have been praying for.
A house that has a large, welcoming front porch.
A house that has a warm, cozy fireplace and built in bookcases in the living room.
A house that has a long hallway to display all kind of pictures and paintings.
A house that has three bedrooms close together, so I can hear my kids at night.
A house that has an area I can designate as my art studio/office.
A house that has a huge, sunny, fenced-in yard for my kiddos to play in.
A house with a two-car garage, so I can start getting tools to create a shop side.
A house with a huge kitchen, so I can host parties.
A house in the neighborhood I have wanted to live in since I’ve been single.
A house with a corner lot that has trees close enough to hang my hammock.
A house that is so perfect for us, it’s almost unreal.
I am so excited!!!! EEEEEK!