My soul aches for a home. A house of our own. To paint and decorate. To plant roots and pull some up if we dont like them. To not have a landlord to please or a manger to report to.
It's at least five years away but someday. I will own my own home.
My grandmother never owned a home. Never really owned anything. I am sad about that. I dont know really how this happened that we are sitting here not owning our own home. But I dream that one day I can paint and plant roots. Someday
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This too will happen. You've made so many great choices as a parent, like staying home with your kids, it was just part of the sacrifice. Just like my parents did, and they didn't own their first home until I was 18. I know you know this story, I just wanted to remind you that your dream is alive, well and within reach.
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