House

My first house. I never really thought there was any difference. Since the age of 18, I have gone from my parents' home, to a college dorm, to the YMCA, to a friend's mother's house, to my own 600 sq foot apartment, to a 1000 sq ft apartment, to a town home, to duplex and now finally made it to a house. Every move was an upgrade, but it never seemed like much of a difference until now. Moving into a house is an incredible feeling. As unexcited as I am to maintain a yard, it is so nice to have my own space. I no longer share parking spots or walls with neighbors. This is the first time in seven years that I have had my own outside trash can! Our new home isn't large, about 1100 sq feet, with only two bedrooms and one bath.

I can not really explain the feeling, but when I come home at the end of the day I just feel better about it. I don't mind that I have to work longer hours to make it possible to live in a house. It also makes it more enjoyable because I know it makes my wife happy.

We have lived at the new house for about two weeks so far and all of the rooms are finally starting to come together. Moving in was a little bumpy, but all of the problems have been resolved and it is safe to say that we will stay at this house for a while. Unless a large sum of money were to drop into my lap, I do not foresee us purchasing a house of our own for two-three years. So assuming no ghost inhabit our new "cute" home, we should stay where we are for a while.