Falling from the Sky
I had been hoping for a lump sum to magically appear in my life. Daydreaming about winning the lottery or spotting a pile of cash on the side of the road or even earning a huge bonus at work. My husband, Anthony and I were looking to buy a house. Not just buy a house, build a house. As a teenager, I worked at a hotel. I remember a family of four; a husband, wife and their son and daughter aged around 6 and 9. I always saw them when they came down for the continental breakfast. Eventually I noticed that they had been there for quite a long time. I asked one of the other staff members why they were there so long. Were they homeless? My coworker informed me that they were staying in the hotel while they had their house built. Back then, my first thought was “they must be rich”! It was not until a decade later that a coworker of mine posted on social media that she and her significant other were getting a house built. As I watched their home progress from an empty lot of dirt to a big, beautiful 2-story home, I was intrigued with the idea of having a house built from the ground up. I thought to myself, I know they are not rich! It was then that I set my sights on having my own home built one day.
