If you had to describe your life in five places, which sites would you choose and why?First, I described my childhood home and what it meant to me. Then, I told you about my summer home. Now, it's about my very first home I ever owned.
For most of my life. the only thing I ever really wanted was a house of my own. My mom and I spent hours going through magazines and the Sears catalogue cutting out pictures of things we could decorate with if we only had the money. For both of us, having a home where people could come and be themselves was top on our lists. Let the rest of my family travel. I want my own bed.
When my mom died, I used my inheritance for one thing I knew she would understand. A BRAND NEW CAR!!!!!!! No, wait. That's Price is Right.
What I did was use a big chunk of it for a downpayment on a house. There were two reasons for this. First, my dad did what they always tell people not to do in the first few months of grief -- he made major life decisions. He sold the house where he, my mother, and my sister lived and bought a condo. My sister was suddenly homeless and our family had no centre.
I spent a long time looking for the house of my dreams. I'm sure we looked at 20 before I walked into the house on Chinook. It was very 70s (and not the good retro kind) but I knew it could be home. I bought it and less than two months later was in the doors.
My very first house. It had a ton of hydrengeas which I happily tore out.
Much to the dismay of everyone else in the neighbourhood.
My living room: Eggplant on the main wall, Lilac on the other.
I bought the blue furniture brand new and won a trip to Mexico.
It broke my heart that my mom couldn't see it. But, I was doing what she couldn't anymore -- I was trying to create a home for my family to migrate to.
My bedroom displaying my paintings and the plant I kept alive for 3 years.
Thanks to Ky. She watered it everytime she came to visit. Once a month.
When Ky moved in with Lyn and I, we were the happiest bunch of happies that ever happed. We watched a lot of So You Think You Can Dance and ate a lot of take out, but we had a great time. It was then the neighbours mentioned how great it was to see the place as it was meant to be. They then explained how three spinsters had moved there in the 70s and they lived there until the last one of them died just before I bought the house.
I joined Lava Life the next day. The rest is history.