Lofty ambitions

Today I will move into my new place. The only difference between this place and others is a big one. I’m not talking about size, but ownership.

For years, I paid my dues and saved every dollar and cent I could in order to buy something I could call my own. A lot of sacrifices were made (time, space, sanity), but now I can say I own my very own place.

It’s not a place by the beach, or a mansion in the Briar Path, but I am moving on up (even if I’m not very high off the ground). Situated downtown, my two-storey loft has high ceilings, lots of sunlight, a small patio, and room for all my crap.

Sadly, the only problem I have is one of furniture; I don’t have much of it. But, after waiting years to become a homeowner, I'm impatient to get it furnished. No matter how fabulous your place is, no one wants to sit, eat or sleep on the floor.