A Home of Our Own
By: Joey Uva
My “To Do List” for 2012 is packed full of things I want to accomplish. One of the things at the top of the list is to buy a house. If you would have asked me in my twenties or early thirties if I wanted to buy my own home, I would have said no.
Growing up my parents never owned their own home. We were always renters and tended to move from house to house –even states a couple times, for that matter. The idea of having my own home wasn’t something my parents ever talked about, asked me about, or even suggested.
I like stability. I have been working for the same company for eighteen years come this February. I have been with Trevor for almost six years and we are on the fifth year of living where we do now.
Now, at forty-five years of age I find myself dreaming and driven to buy my (our) own home. I want a home to call ours. I want to expand our family. I want to hear the kids playing in the back yard. I want to rake the leaves off the grass. I want to walk out and check the mail. I want to water whatever we choose to plant and grow. I want to have friends and family come to “our” home. I want a home that Trevor, myself, Grace and all of our family can enjoy. I want what most people consider part of the “American Dream”, a home of our own.
I have asked myself many times why my idea of owning a home has changed. I think it’s because I have changed. If you really think about it, how much permanence or stability do we have in our lives? If I look back ten or twenty years, many of my friends have changed, my partners were uncertain, I was single, I had no children, I was in a constant state of change and personal evolution.
Today, I feel solid. I feel grounded. I feel it has all been part of my journey to get where I am now. Now, I want a home of my own.