NYLO Warwick | Rhode Island
I had a lot of thinking time this week - 5ish hours to & from CT/RI in the car allows for ample time to ponder. Combine travel time with the all-too-rare opportunity to have dinner with one of my besties, and the result is lots of stuff to contemplate.
One of the topics of conversation (and contemplation) was/is home ownership. It's what we're "supposed" to aim for, right? Grow up, get married, buy a house, have 2.4 kids.....hmmmm. Let's see....I got married before I grew up. Then I had a kid. Moved across the country, bought a house (condo)....and then got divorced. Grew up a little, had another kid, got married (again), bought a house (again)....and then got divorced (again). Clearly, I don't follow the rules.
Those who are closest to me know that I've been pondering selling my house. I say this "publicly" now b/c both of my kids know that it's a possibility...and they're both supportive. Here's the thing, though - it feels like a failure. I feel like I'm failing b/c I don't want to take care of a huge yard, vacuum rooms that I never spend time in, and take care of stuff like leaking faucets & broken (still broken) dishwashers. I find comfort n my house, but not exactly joy. I think that Becky summarized it quite well at dinner - "You're really not a raised ranch kind of girl. You're exposed brick & high ceilings, with a coffee shop around the corner."
I think she might be right. I think that if I'm going to make the most of this life that I'm claiming for myself, I need to figure out what matters to me. Home ownership might not be on the list. Comfort? Yep. Convenience? Yep. Coffee shop around the corner? Yep (please).
So. No definite plans yet. Just pondering, wondering, and thinking....