I wrote a few weeks ago about how my feelings toward this house haven’t changed a bit. But I have learned some valuable lessons since moving in here.
I’ve learned how to do yard work – and that it’s really hard work but not so hard that it can’t be done. Early this summer, my dad had to teach me how to mow the lawn. I had never mowed a lawn in my life and didn’t really plan to learn. But then I bought a house and realized the price of paying someone else to mow it just didn’t make sense. That being said, I’m incredibly busy and mowing my lawn isn’t always at the top of the priority list. So maybe next year, I’ll rethink that. I’ve also had my first foray into landscaping, installed a front walkway, renovated a shed, and had a real garden (more on that another day!).
I’ve learned the value of chatting with your neighbors. I wanted to buy into a neighborhood and I truly have. The neighbors immediately adjacent to my property quickly became friends and those who walk by my house every day, or even once in a while, are all incredibly friendly. I like knowing that people around me noticed what I’m up to – not in an intrusive way but that if something were wrong, someone would probably notice.
I’ve learned that, in general, owning a house by yourself is a ton of work. I’m always envious of my married friends when I bump into them while running errands. They have usually divided and conquered, with one grocery shopping while the other went to the hardware store, or something like that. That is not an option for me. Neither is dividing and conquering household chores, home improvement projects, laundry, cooking duties, or any number of things. I’ve lived alone for a long time and definitely prefer not having to share my space. But sometimes it would be nice to have a magic fairy wave her wand and put the house back into order.
I think most importantly, I’ve learned how living in a place that is uniquely yours can make you feel like a new person. I’ve been told many times in the past that my biggest flaw is probably my lack of confidence. Since moving into this house, I am simply happier with myself, more sure of who I am. Is it a coincidence? Maybe. But somehow I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure the fact that I come home to a space that suits me and my personality so perfectly has something to do with it.