While it may have it's problems, I am very thankful for our home. Not only does our house provide a roof over our head that (mostly) protects us from the weather outside, it provides a home for my family. Not everything in the house is the way I want it, there are certainly parts of the home in need of repair. It was never brought back 100% after Katrina. My husband isn't exactly a fix-it kind of guy. The broken drawer in the kitchen has bugged me for two years. But, despite it's problems, it provides something I always wanted for my kids when I was younger. A childhood home to call their own.
When I was growing up, my parents rented. My dad's job was one that was supposed to include transfers every couple of years. That is the way it worked at DEA. So they rented instead of buying, never knowing when they would have to move. But, he was something of an anomaly. We never had to leave the city where he was first assigned. After my parents divorced, my mom bounced from one apartment to another.
I was jealous of the kids who had a house with a yard, with a home that they lived in their whole life. I wanted to be one of those people who would go back to their childhood home as an adult and look back at the walls with fond memories of a life growing up between those walls. You know, like you see in the movies?
Not that I didn't have a great childhood. My mom provided more love than you could even think possible. She did her best, and gave us so much that my childhood was rich. But having a home that I could look back on as the place I grew up was that one little thing that I always wished for, and am thankful that I can give that to my kids. (and maybe ... just maybe they'll appreciate it).
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