“Home is where my habits have a habitat.”
― Fiona Apple, “Better Version of Me”
It is my 10th anniversary of owning my adorable home! From the first moment I stepped into my house, it was true love.
I bought my house by myself when I was 25. My mom objected and said I was too young and was convinced I was buying it just so that Melbourne could have a big yard to run around in. Ha! There’s probably a bit of truth to that. But, I have that rebel attitude that’s always stewing just underneath the surface, so I did what I always do—exactly what I wanted. My dad was proud.
Built in 1938, I am only the 3rd owner. The second owners were a lovely couple from Germany. The husband was a woodworker so there are custom cabinets and built-ins in the living room, dining room, kitchen, and basement. It’s a one bedroom house, so he really did his best to maximize the space, and he did it in beautiful mid-Century style. I love when people visit me, seeing it for the first time and they say, “This house is so you.” It really is.
Three months after moving in, I got laid off from my first job in publishing. Needless to say, I was devastated. But, I searched for a job and did what I could so that I didn’t have to borrow a penny from anyone. I persevered on my own, on my own terms.
Being a single homeowner is hard work. It’s not for the faint of heart! Yard work, snow shoveling, clogged pipes, chipping paint…these are all my problems to solve. Do I have the help of my handy plumber dad at times? Yes, I do. But, the rest is all on me to accomplish. But it’s worth it. It’s all made me the strong badass milady I am today. It’s been one of the gratifying experiences of my adult life and I recommend it highly to all you single miladies out there. You CAN do it on your own.