On this day last year Justin and I finally became homeowners, really grown up stuff right there. The thing is at the time of moving in it was just a house, bricks and mortar.
Having lived in our previous home for 9 years I think I almost felt guilty at the thought of liking living somewhere else.
However the months have sped by, seriously where did 2015 go? And with each improvement
the husband we've made, every mark the kids have already added to the walls and floors (thanks kids), this house has gradually transformed into our home, not just the place where we go to wash, eat and sleep in.
It is a weird thing as now it feels as though we've always lived here and I can't see us ever wanting to move, well not until the kids are older anyway.
We have so many plans for the future, changes we'd like to make, less woodchip, more paint, a new kitchen, different furniture, extensions, oh the possibilities.
Ok we might need a lottery win before some of these things happen but I can dream for now right?
But really what has made our house a home is the memories we have already forged here.
There hasn't been anything "big", no stand out events, just the simple moments. Movie nights, evenings snuggled up infront of the fireplace, petty arguments and all that "normal" family stuff.
Looking back on the previous year, all that we went through to get to this point, I can see that it was all worth it. Proving that everything does indeed happen for a reason.
Ok renting had it's perks, being able to call the landlord when things went wrong with the boiler for example and not having to worry about the cost. In the long run ultimately the expenses that we might incur are most definitely worth it because we have something that belongs to us, something entirely of our own.
It's like having our own little nest egg, saving up that we can pass onto our children when the time is right.
I'm so glad that we've made this house into our home and I am very much looking forward to all of the memories that are yet to be made here.