The last couple of weeks have been the most stressful of my life, most of you will know how stressful buying your first home can be. I was on my way to raid my Dads seaweed cracker box, when I Spotted a for sale sign out the front of a house just up from my Parents house. We hadn’t actually been planning to look at buying our own home until we came back from our outback 4wd adventure we have planned for next year, but when I spotted this house in the same street I grew up in, just up the street from my Parents place, my heart started doing all sorts of flips and I started dreaming about how wonderful it would be for my son to grow up in the same beautiful street where I did. I started having day dreams of Riley (a few years from now) walking down to Grandma and Grandad’s to raid the cookie jar (or seaweed crackers) and then returning home with Sassy in tow (Sassy is my parents dog).

Then the reality of buying a house set in and I started to freak. I was riddled with anxiety and was getting to the point of just saying no, lets forget about it, it’s too hard. Fear of the unknown has become a real problem with me since I became a mother, I don’t have the same to hell with the consequences, run flat out blindfolded attitude I used to.

 

But It’s going to be ours. I grew up at number 3 and will grow old at number 9. Since the loan was approved and the deposit was put down, all my unease and fear has gone away. After too many years of renting, living in no one’s home, I will have my own and I will be able to set my soul free. I will be able to fill this house with love for my son and make it my sanctuary.