We got a house. We Got A House! WE GOT A HOUSE!!!
Can you say “wahoo!!!” I thought you could.
Now, we have to kick it into gear, high gear that is. Stuff is going to start happening now. Empty storage, move our belongings into the new place, put up our own posters on the walls and so on. First home. Damn…
This is what I posted on my LiveJournal about this….
Okay, now that I’m a bit more calm, let me explain the significance of the last post to you all.
For the lat 14 years, my wife and I, along with our daughter, have lived in apartments. They varried from one room studios to *hotel* rooms (three times) to the car (once) to two bedroom apts (twice) and so on. Each time we had a long run of it till cirucmstances had us evicted for various reasons. We lived with room mates, either in our home or in the homes of others.
To say space has been cramped is understating it.
We have never had a wall we could put our own nail in. We have never had a yard we could relax on or do a ritual on if we felt like it. We have always had to be courteous of the neighbors (above, below, and to each side, and in some cases behind as well).
This is our FIRST HOUSE. That we are getting it for little more than what we have been paying in rent and storage fees is very much better. That we can do it on our own is primo.
We have climbed out of the slough of despair that Betwixt put us into, and we have finally done it. It’s OUR home, OUR house, OUR place, OUR space. It is going to be as WE want it to be, from the exterior appearance, to the backyard to the privacy fencing, to the electrical outlets. I can drill a hole in the fucking floor and mount a ring there if I damned well want to. I can run cables all over the damned house if I feel like it. I can have the sterio in one room and the speakers in another.
Not to mention the study/library. Maybe a temple. There is a dining room that would be perfect for a temple/study.
I can actually put all my shit around MY house and have it at MY disposal and where *I* can find it now. I don’t have to make once-every-two-months trip to storage to pull out another set of books because we have read everything in the 650 square feet apt we are in now. This is 1500 square feet baby! I can get a damned piano if I want to.
Rhiannon can have her own room. That’s something she hasn’t had since my grandfather died. When we were boarders under his roof.
I can put the console TV in the living room and put my altar back on top of it. The dogs will have a place they can run and jump and shit and cavort and do all the things a dog should do.
I know there will be pain, I know there will be struggles. But this is OUR house.
I need to get a Home Stone.
Settled. A place of our own. A home. Damn….