The other day, while sorting through the mail, I saw a letter from the DMV. It was my renewed Driver’s License. Now, I know for most, this is pretty insignificant, but this time, it was special. I slowly took it out of the envelope, and stared at it.
This was a big deal for me – it had my address on it! You see, since I first got my driver’s license at 16, I alway put down my parent’s address. Even as an adult, I moved around a lot and it’s such a hassle to change it, so I didn’t.
A year later, I had the opportunity to purchase her home, and I did. The driver’s license I held in my hand, had the address of my home, my permenant home, for the first time.
Purchasing my own home has really changed me, built me, you could say. Listing this as my permenant residence made me feel like I’m finally an adult; at 33 years of age I’ve become a grown-up.
I have preserved some memories, but have also tried to make it my own. For example, here’s a look at my grandma’s kitchen:
Of course, some things will never change.
You can’t see it in the picture, but this sign, brought home from one of her many visits to her native Germany, hangs above the window, and as long as I’m living here, it always will.
This house that helped to shape me, is going to be the house that shapes my son as well. Some of his favorite things? Playing in the water in the backyard, digging in the dirt where I used to make mudpies, building Lego towers on the patio, and helping me bake cookies in Oma’s kitchen.
It is a joy and a privilege to own this home and to have the opportunity to watch my children grow up here, just like I did. I’m looking forward to making new memories with them.