Another week, another word!
So this week be received our mortgage statement. Wow, I hear you saying, how exciting! Yes, normally I’m with you on that one but this time was different. We pay off our mortgage this year and it was so lovely to see it in print, to contemplate the day the house belongs to us outright.
The prospect of this got me thinking.
I remember the scary feeling when we got our first mortgage. It all felt so grown up and to be honest I didn’t feel much like a grown up! In my head I remain a silly giggly thing, not the sort who would have a mortgage, or even a house come to think of it. I rang a friend and squealed at her down the phone that I’d just done a scary grown up thing and didn’t recognise the person who had just bought a house as me!
Now, many years down the line, it’s about to be over, the mortgage years. Lovely hubby said I can go back to being a not-grown-up, which is a lovely thought. I’m seeing inappropriate shoes, not wearing sensible coats in winter and walking home from an evenings dancing barefoot eating chips. Do you think that’s what he meant?
It got me thinking about moving into a new phase of our lives. New things are always scary and I don’t react well to change. I like my routines and I like my ‘happy places’ so there’s something worrying about what lies ahead. In reality things will probably stay the same but I’m a great one for seeing problems on the horizon, even when there’s no need to.
I’ve also been thinking about getting older. I know it happens and there’s nothing I can do about that but I still don’t have to like it. I don’t think I’m in bad shape for my age but the future is filled with potential issues. Head is now buried firmly in the sand at this point but still … tempus fugit.
So now I need to look positively to the future, a future which is mortgage free, filled with possibilities and new adventures – nothing too scary though, Life, OK?