Wow a lot of amazing things happened this year. But since accomplishment segregates those happenings into things that I initiated, influenced, and worked hard at versus things that simply fell into my lap, I would have to say that buying my first house and more importantly, turning that house into a home, would be the biggest one.
I’ve owned property before- a condominium just over 1,000 square feet that I bought with my then-husband. It was a great place- brand new, garage parking, high ceilings, great amenities, across from the metro. I struggled to really know myself and have my own identity in that relationship, and because of that I had no opinions and deferred all decision making to my other half. He was a good decision maker, don’t get me wrong. But, I didn’t identify with anything there. It didn’t represent me. I didn’t even know who I was.
In January, when G and I bought our house, that was the first time I really became a homeowner. During that fast forward, I went through a lot of growing pains to discover myself. Buying the house was scary in itself because of the huge investment, but because it was So Important for us as a couple- and as a family- I didn’t want this place to just be another place I lived. I wanted to connect with it. Be sentimental about it. Love It.
So when we bought our rugs and our furniture and picked our paint colors and art, I really had to practice asking myself do I really like this? Is this my taste? G never lets me off the hook without giving my opinion. And I’m glad she doesn’t because it makes me think. It makes me grow. I love our home that we have built together. Collectively, it represents the intersection of our styles and personalities. It’s us. And when I come home to it each day, I feel accomplished.