Can I Buy A Treehouse?

To me growing up is just my next adventure and it’s apparent that the adventure is right around the corner. I turn 30 in a month and some days. Recently my steady weight that I’ve held for years has jumped up almost 10 pounds. I’ve got a job I intend to keep. These are all signs that the years behind me are not the same as the years ahead of me.

I’ve fallen in love. Not that totally crazy “This HAS to be love!” from when I was younger. Although it’s quite crazy and passionate sometimes, it holds a maturity and respect about it that I’d never felt before. Now there are two of us gazing towards the same future. Now we can plan.

There’s no question that we want to live together as soon as possible. We’ve been co-habitating between two apartments for months now, neither of us wanting to be alone for a single night. At first the answer was simple, let’s start looking for an apartment. It took a tiny bit for me to come to terms with that fact that I’d be leaving behind the most perfect apartment I’d ever lived in. The truth was, it was only perfect for me, not for two people starting a life together. After that initial reluctance we started talking about where we would live and what we were looking for in an apartment.

Relating this series of events to a friend of mine, he stopped me and told me it was time for me to buy a house. I have a good job, it’s a good market and he told me it was time to stop renting and giving my money away to a landlord. He told me my dad would agree. I picked up the phone and called home. He agreed. A few days earlier, my boyfriend’s dad had told me it was a shame I wasn’t in the market for a house, it was a good time to buy.

No one was reinforcing my reaction. “I’m not ready to grow up!” This was a step I hadn’t even considered but here it was staring me right in my face, waiting for me to run.

This decision isn’t my own though, the next step is a step that we take together and that brings a lot more decisions.

This little anecdote doesn’t have an ending yet. Let’s consider it an introduction, an exploration in my thoughts on the matter. As my dad said, “What are you scared of?”

I don’t have an answer for him or myself.