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Home is what you make it.
There is no place like home. They say.
Home is where the heart is.

I have never owned my own home. I have been a renter for 14 years. I have never painted a wall. I have never replaced a faucet. I have never changed a light fixture.
The prospect of owning our home puts my stomach in knots. When I see house after house foreclosing all around me it scares me to jump into that boat. But when even my mom and dad say it's time well by golly it must be. So while Dominic pulls me by the hand and Athena pushes me from behind. I shall take a deep breath and fill out the form and send in the cashiers check and see where this takes us.
Perhaps I shall paint a wall because I can. Perhaps I will unpack the china. How sad it will be to have lived a life with beautiful china packed in a box. I dont want to live like that any more. I want to display them.
Hand me the pen.