1,825 days ago, this humble little house became mine.
I’m not going to sugar coat it: Being a homeowner as a young single lady isn’t a piece of cake. I was 22 when I bought this place, and to put it frankly, I didn’t know shit about shit. I’ve had plenty of overwhelmed, what-the-hell-was-I-thinking/I-can’t-do-this/where-is-the-towel-because-I-want-to-throw-it-in moments.
But, much more often, I’m filled with gratitude to have a place to call my own. My simple, little home. A place I love down to the very tips of my toes.