Yippie! I’m a homeowner
Posted by Leenda on October 29, 2007
Well, it’s official–I am now a homeowner! Ok, so technically, my status became official as of October 15, and come to think of it, I’m a homeowner in name only as classified by the United States Census Bureau. Because as anyone who is a homeowner knows, you aren’t really a home “owner” until you own the home and for me that will be 30 years if I stay in the same place and pay according to my current amortization table.
But still! I’m a “homeowner.” I’m now classified as “owns home” rather than “rents” on all official (and unofficial for that matter) documents. And now that I’m actually moved in, it really feels official. For instance, I actually made my bed the last two mornings in a row! I haven’t made my bed since I was a kid and was forced to! But there’s just something about living in a place that you own instead of rent that makes you want to act like a grownup. I guess it’s because I’ve now passed all official rites of passage of adulthood that are not involved with starting a family:
- I turned 18 (and could vote, buy lottery tickets, cigarettes, and porn–er, if I was so inclined);
- I turned 21 (and could drink);
- I turned 25 (and got lower rates on my car insurance without having to call Geico);
- I turned 30 (and panicked at the thought of my impending old age); and finally
- I bought my own place.
If you ask me, there aren’t any milestones left for me to tackle except getting married and having kids (which I’ll get to just as soon as I have time, thank you very much). So, since I’m now officially an adult, I figured it’s time to start acting like one.
I do hereby swear (or affirm) that I will do my best effort to keep my room nice and neat (including, but not limited to, making my bed as often as possible); I will do housework and laundry on a timely manner; and I will clean the bathrooms at least every other week if not more often (I do live with two guys). And as such, any of y’all can come visit me any time you want to, and can even crash in my room without me having a panic attack at the thought of someone seeing it. 
