Room to Grow
If I were to tell you an anxiety episode I had at the beginning of the year was one of the reasons I decided to purchase a house, I imagine your reaction would be akin to a few popular gifs, many of which I most certainly have used myself. You may even question my sanity. But, before you do, read the rest of this post.
As I noted in a previous blog post (which you can read by clicking HERE), my anxiety episode began largely when I started to overthink the implications of an employment situation. If I left my full-time job for a part-time position in another field, how would that affect my life? Well, I would certainly make less money and I would lose the benefits I have with my current employer. Making less money meant I would not be able to move out of my mom’s house (which is an entirely different conversation) and because lenders would prefer you be in your job for at least two years. If I could not afford to move out of my mom’s house, I would continue to feel restricted. It is, after all, her house. I would have to pray no one was home to find some peace and quiet to edit or film. I would continue to be confined to my room for projects. Overall, I would continue to feel stuck. I think it is fair to say we have all felt that way at one point or another. Not so fun.
After I had sufficiently rebounded from said episode, I started to ask myself questions about what I could to influence my energy and the energy I surround myself with. The first thing that came to mind was finding my own place. The worry that I couldn’t during my episode made it clear that was a priority. So, I started looking online. Days later, while I was working at a retirement party, I was reminded that one of my friends is a real estate agent and shortly after, I asked him if he would be willing to take me on as a client to purchase a house. Together, we made rather short work of finding one.
I’d like to say everything went smooth as lyrics from a Holdup song but that was not the case. In truth, I had to change lenders a week from my initial closing date which meant the keys did not find their way into my hands until later than anticipated. There were moments when I wondered if the sale would go through at all. And keep in mind that at this point, I had been trying to get my own spot off and on for nearly two years. More on that in a later post.
But, y’all. I did not freak out. By all accounts aka previous life experience, I should have been hyperventilating and damn near pulling my hair out. Nope. I surprised myself with how coolly I responded to bumps in the road. Sure, I had to boss up on a few people to get things done but even my realtor friend and I were able to have a laugh about that.
Here we are now. In a house with room to grow personally, professionally, in every direction. It will take some adjusting to be sure but as the saying goes: Your new life is going to cost you your old one.