Write about your dream home.

I always wanted to get myself to a place in life where I owned my own home. Steve and I used to go to display homes and get inspiration for what our own home would look like. He would draw my eyes to features and I would take copious amounts of photos.

Steve worked seven days a week to enable me to focus on full time university and we relocated to Canberra when I was offered a graduate position to start my career as an accountant. We rented for two years and eliminated all of our debt from previous relationships to make us eligible to service a mortgage. We found our dream house and knew it was ours just by driving past it.

Now I’m worrying about this house. We had a flood the night before Steve died and it still hasn’t been fixed. I couldn’t even sell this house right now if I wanted to.

Our exit plan for our mortgage was to downsize when the kids moved out and I don’t actually know when that will be. The home doesn’t feel the same without Steve with us anymore. Everyone is going through different stages of grief at the same time and no one seems to want to listen to the other or give kindness and compassion. Steve would have played mediator but now he’s gone and we are all broken.

I feel I will have to get a 1-2 bedroom apartment one day and live somewhere close to work. It would help as I could walk to work and that would be cool. The exercise alone would be amazing. One day it will just be me so I need to have an exit plan for the future. I do love my house though so it would be a sad day to leave here.

For now, I will leave you with this quote:

“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is made of love and dreams.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Until tomorrow, KT18Ø.