Generally speaking, I’m not one for material possessions. Physical objects have never been important, and I don’t put much weight into them. I’ll forever love the lyric “The things you own, own you.” from Papa Roach’s first album. I never wanted to be the kind of person who needed things to compare to others or to consider myself successful. Life isn’t a competition, and unfortunately, too many treat it as such.
That being said, there is one thing that I’ve always yearned for, now more than ever after becoming a parent, and that’s a home that is truly mine. Many would say that is considered a material item, but when you’ve lived in poverty for most your life, you see that it is so much more than just that. Owning a home is having freedom, not just to decorate and silly stuff like that, but freedom to live, to feel safe and secure and comfortable. When you’ve only ever lived places that weren’t truly yours, there’s always this underlying fear of what could happen, where would you go if it was taken away.