Home Sweet Home

I have been renting my entire life. Same with my wife. We now have everything to fulfill the "American Dream." Two kids, a dog, a car...etc. But no white picket fence. That is shortly coming to reality within 25 hours time. We will finally reach the full circle of a mortgage. Thinking back about my youth and what that meant (think of the movie Cable Guy, "Someone has to kill the babysitter"), was mortgages involved a lot of fights over money, working all the time and briefly interacting with the kids. Maybe everyone says, "I'm going to be different." I don't want to diminish my hopes and dreams, but the television that raised me hasn't always turned out to be right. This is not to say my mother didn't take an active role in my youth. She worked extremely hard to ensure we had a good life. We just lived on different schedules. While she worked nights as a bartender, I was sleeping. When she came home to sleep, I was getting ready for school. She always made sure her days off were special days for just us. Looking back, I should have been more grateful for the things she did for me. What's worse is it has taken nearly 20 years to realize this.

Home

This wasn't meant to be an "oh woe is me" post. Merely the excitement of closing a previous chapter of my life, and beginning anew, with a rewrite of what the television has taught me.

To be Continued