Hadn't even had the keys a week, and I had already recruited a team to help me make a wreck of the place!
Today I can't help but think about how grateful I am for having that opportunity. For being financially stable enough to buy a home at the age of 22, barely 23. For having parents who subcontracted their own home and knew how to do tackle nearly anything I could dream up. For friends and loved ones who would head over on a Friday night, spending it with me drinking beers and ripping up flooring.
You wanna learn a lot about yourself? Buy a house and renovate it. There are things I gained in that process that I'll never be able to put into words. It may not be the most expensive home, or the prettiest home, but she's MY home. MINE. My sweat, blood, tears, time and hard-earned cash really did go into nearly every bit of it. I can't tell you how good that feels!