Moving on up

Something big is going to happen. Soon. Maybe. I hope.

One of my dreams is to own a home. To no longer rent and pay another person’s mortgage. To have a mortgage of my own, with a home and property to go with it. 

Over the last 7-8 years, I have looked at a few homes with the hope that something would pan out in my favor, and I would at last become a homeowner. All I ever became was disappointed.  The process has always gone like this: Me or My Sweet Hubby find something we want to look at. We go look at it, and because I’m an eternal optimist, I see POTENTIAL, and PROMISE, and WORKABLE. And so I ask my Daddy to go look, because Daddy is smart! He knows things about carpentry and buildings, and he’s bought several homes over the years, and he is my EXPERT. So Daddy goes and looks at the Potentially Promising Workable property and finds STRUCTURAL PROBLEMS, FINANCING ISSUES, or other THINGS THAT MAKE THE PROPERTY I WANT A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT.

And the despair sets in. And I give up. I quit looking. No one will finance us anyway, what’s the point? And then I stay in RENTAL HELL, and continue to pay someone else’s mortgage while licking my wounds, and believing that I’ll never have my dream. This process repeats itself every year or so. I find another Potentially Promising Workable Property, and Daddy looks at it, and shoots it down.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad at Daddy. He’s awesome, and he knows things. And he’s usually right. 

And this time, Daddy is not letting me go through my PROCESS. He’s pushing me onward, in an effort to get me my dream. He’s telling me, look again. Don’t give up. Keep looking. Keep trying. Because my Daddy? Yup, He’s awesome. He knows things. He helps me. He loves me, and wants me and my family to have a place of our own. 

I’m a lucky lucky girl. A girl with a dream. And all the help I need to make it happen.

Thanks Daddy!