I thought having a baby would be the maturing factor in my late twenties life, making me unquestionably an adult.  I have to admit the reality is sobering.  A tiny person’s life is not only a result of your actions but also completely dependent on you.  However, I haven’t acted like such a kid, such a goofy, bumbling, silly person since I was as tall as my 11-month son!  So having children is as maturing as a rollercoaster ride at Six Flags. 

We just put a contract on a house!  Now I am a real adult.  I am going to enjoy all the benefits and responsibility of home-ownership.  It’s been a lot of fun so far!  I am very pleased to think that I own some lawn and a fence and a bunch of walls, not to mention the dishwasher, fridge, stove, garbage disposal, lighting fixtures, furnace, basement, sun room, porch, attic, cabinets and molding.  I have a mortgage, a second mortgage, homeowner’s insurance, a security system, pest-control, water, gas and electric hook-ups and all the systems that make it all work.  Talk about coming screeching into adulthood! 

My wife and I are tremendously excited to start investing in our property.  We already had that feeling of belonging and purpose and righteousness in our rental because we residing together.  It didn’t matter if it were an apartment, a hotel room or a van down by the river.  It was home.  Now we can paint the ceiling midnight blue if we want to without asking anyone’s permission.  It’s a small thing, really, but very librating.