fall in love
buy a house
You see that "buy a house" thing? We skipped that one. And I'm not quite sure when it's going to happen for us. At first, I was a bit sad that my little ones won't have a backyard to play in and grow up forever and ever in the same house.
But I'm over it.
You see, here's the other option: We don't have any little ones right now. And not having our daughter sounds way worse than not having a backyard.
We didn't do it all backwards. We fell in love and got married before having a baby. Even though we got some of it "right", I know there are people that hear that we are renting and look at our child and think, "poor thing". My parents owned a house before I was born. I never knew what it was like to live in an apartment or a rental, so I actually turned my nose up a bit when it was obvious that David and I wouldn't be buying a house when we got married. But I made excuses.
|future dream home|
But really, even if we were in an established place all this time, we probably still wouldn't have bought a house. We just aren't in that place. We may be soon, and that would be fantastic. But we aren't quite yet, and that's okay.
Regardless of what some people may think, our home ownership (or lack thereof) is not a reflection of our ability to care for our child, our financial responsibility, or anything else. We pay the bills. Every month. (And usually have money left over for savings.) Our child has ample food and clothing and more toys than she needs and lots and lots of love.
When I think about the last three years, I think of the homes in which we lived. Not the "rentals" or the "apartments", but the homes we'd created. During the time we lived in them, they were filled with love and the laughter of children (and the screams and tears and messes and smells that come along with them as well), and for those periods they are our homes. They hold our memories. Our family. Our happiness.
Who cares if we own the building if we own the love that fills it?