Kiersten (my wife) and I have finally put an offer down on a house. After saving, talking, and praying for several years, we’re finally taking the big step towards home ownership.
I can’t help but think I’m loosing something of my youth because of this process. That wonderful ability to say "We can pickup and move whenever we feel like it; we’re not held down by anything" is leaving. And then I realize how foolish that thinking is. I haven’t had that type of choice since my son was born, so what difference does buying a house make? I’m establishing myself in a home, a home my family can call "my house". That makes me smile, and it makes me feel silly for even thinking that I’m loosing something. I’m gaining something, something far more valuable than the ability to pick up and go.
I’ve grown up.