December 19th, 2007 marks the date when I feel that I officially became an adult: I was 29 years of age and had just purchased my first home. It truly was a momentous occasion in the life of the Ginger Warrior and one that gave rise to a whole host of emotions:
I couldn't wait to get decorating and make my home my own!
That I was no longer shelling out hundreds of pounds each month to pay someone else's mortgage!
Would I be able to cope with the financial demands of bills, insurances policies and potential repairs?
Six years down the line and I still get excited as I walk through the door of my snuggly little flat after a hard day's work, I continue to be relieved that I will eventually have something to show for the money I pay out each month (albeit in 20 year's time!!), and coming home to a large pile of envelopes on my doormat is as anxiety-provoking as ever!
However, as happy as I am to be a homeowner I look back with (mainly) fond memories of the many different flats, houses and rooms that I've inhabited over the years. Wherever I found myself I would always make an extra special effort to decorate and beautify my surroundings in a way that not only reflected my individual tastes but that also made me feel safe, warm and secure.
The simple truth of the matter is that if you were to ask a thousand people to describe what "home" means to them, the answers would be as distinctive and varied as the people themselves. But one thing is for sure: when you finally feel that you have arrived, that you're home, there really is no place like it. That Dorothy gal sure knew what she was talking about.
Ginger Warrior, over and out.
P.S. What does "home" mean to you? Do you have fond memories of your first home? Have you yet to buy your first home? Maybe you're quite happy renting. In any case, I would love to hear what you have to say!
We're going to be exploring the issues of stress and anxiety
and I'll be talking about how I have struggled with this in the past.