Back in December, in a meeting with the previous owners to discuss buying our new house, one of them made an approving comment about our goal of one-income living so that M could stay home with N: “That’s the way God intended it to be.”
I’ve added two other intentions to God’s list: owning just one car (with a hitch and access to a trailer, in lieu of a having a truck, too), and now owning just one home.
Indeed, I am relishing our new-found freedom from owning our old townhouse. Our owner-financing lenders did agree to take it back and call it even, in spite of our being under water in what was essentially an act of debt forgiveness, and yesterday was the official day when we could cancel the property insurance and would have thrown away the keys if we hadn’t already mailed them off.
Now we hope to start saving for remodeling projects around our One and Only Home Sweet Home–a hope not too dampened by a friend’s remark last evening: “We’ve started saving lots of times, but something always comes up!”
Like a much-needed celebratory trip to my favorite restaurant, where the burgers and fries are as God intended.
