Fear

In August 2007, I was 24 years old. We had just purchased our first home from an elderly man who had lived in this house for 35 years. He and his wife had raised their children here and she had recently passed away. At the closing on our house, the little old man was teary eyed as he sold us his home. It was an emotional experience for all of us. When we moved in, I was hit with emotions that I hadn't expected. I was scared, anxious, uneasy, and even sad. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. Where had the last 10 years of my life gone? I still felt like I was a teenager and here I was unpacking boxes in my first home. You have to understand something, I am the baby of my family. I have always been the young one. All my friends were older then me and I was always just a step behind them. That was fine by me! I loved being the baby! But taking this huge step into home ownership was scary! I couldn't possibly be old enough to own a home...I wasn't even a grown up (in my eyes). So there I was, amidst a house full of boxes, in tears! I wanted to go back a few years and relive the carefree life I had once known. Growing up was not for me!