Tonight i went to see the house we will be moving into on March first. It is in a good neighborhood, right next to the fair grounds. i would have been happy with 4 walls and a roof so the few things i don't find that great about the place really don't matter and it's nothing major. There isn't a dish washer and the washer/dryer hookups are at opposite ends of the house but aside from that, it is really nice.
i am so excited to move in. i have never been so happy to move before, it was always a chore that had to be done. Now, i am over joyed and can't wait to make it ours. The house has a good size yard in the back with a shed, 3 large bedrooms, 1.5 bath, a spare room that was converted from the garage, and tiles everywhere but the bedrooms. i love it. It has a small kitchen which would normally get me down but i don't even care. i like it, it's cozy.
As difficult as it has been for the past 7 months, i am kind of happy that i went through it. i feel better now about stuff that would normally bug me. It was really very humbling and i am so thankful for everything that we have and are able to get. i definitely have a much more positive outlook on life. i am so thankful for all the help that i have received along the way.
The only thing that really makes me sad is that i think i sheltered the kids from all this a little too much. They still don't understand that our income is a quarter of what it used to be and things will never be the way they were before. They think someone is giving us a house; um no, we have to pay for it. They think that if they want something i should just go to the bank, get money and buy it for them. i don't think they should know about every little detail about our finances but they should be able to understand that nothing is free and we have to work hard for what we get, i can't buy everything they want.