Reality is starting to hit home that we may never own our own home; a fact I am frequently reminded of when a cold caller interrupts my day and asks if I am the homeowner. I’m not, so he (it’s usually a he) can’t sell me anything, but more than once the caller has then asked if he can speak to one of my parents, as if I am a teenager, or about twelve years old.
I am, in fact, nearly 40. *shudder* Homeownership has never been high on my list of priorities; there have been many more pressing challenges in life to deal with first. But as I’ve grown up and caught up on a lot of lost time, I’d now like the responsibility of owning my own property and the financial security that offers for the future, rather than paying to live in a home which is very nice but which isn’t mine.
So I now feel ready for the house, the mortgage, the car and the retirement policy, but it suddenly feels as if I have been left behind. As if I have left it too late.
So when Homebase told me about their current range of sofas and dining room furniture, I wondered if we’ll ever own more than just our furniture. If we’d ever own the four walls we live in too.
IJ is imagining us in a tudor-style house (pictured above). Who knows what lies just around the corner but I’d say the roof on that house looks dodgy.
This post was created in partnership with Homebase.
I have that feeling too... About babies. That I'm ready and left it too late. It's a pretty painful feeling. I think it's one of the unfortunate but also fortunate things about going through therapy, for me - I'm understanding why I left it so late, but still it's still gutting, and the understanding doesn't enable me to go back in time...
Posted by: SarahDodo | June 13, 2011 at 08:43 PM