Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Moving back home


When I was younger I thought that by the time I reach 25 I'd be married, have at least one child and have a mortgage. Fast forward to actually being 25, and I'm back living with my mum.

I moved out when I was 18 after having a child. I got my own place - even if it was rented, and shortly later I found M. We moved in together 5 years ago, renting a small flat, but a place that we could call our own. It was looking like my childhood dreams would be coming true. I had a child, the guy, and a place that I could call  my own.

And now I've moved back into my mums. I haven't lived here in 7 years and to be honest it feels oldly strange yet normal to be back. I'm back in my old teenage box room that I shared with my sister, and currently a house worth of my belongings are taking over my mums living room.
You don't realise how much you truly hoard random crap until you're forced to get rid of half of your things in order to fit it into a tiny box room. I don't even know why I kept hold of half the things I did.

So we're saving for a mortgage. We couldn't do it whilst also paying out so much rent each month, and so the money that we would have spent on rent we are using to pay off any debts and save for a house. I feel very 'adult' about the decision. I hate not living with M but it was the only way we could think of that would help. We needed to move backwards one step in order to move forwards ten. And when I look at it that way, I feel better about it.

I don't have the first clue about mortgages but I thought I would document the journey here, for you guys, and for myself. So I can look back at this time in my life and see how far we've come.

Here's to the journey.


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