I don’t tend to think of myself as a “stuff” person. I tend to treasure people and memories more than things.
That said, there are things I own that are dear to me, primarily because of the memories and the people I associate with them.
First, I love my house. I found it. I bought it. It didn’t come loaded with memories, but with promises of new beginnings. For the fist time in years, I feel like I have a home.
That’s enough for now. I’m not that much of a stuff person, but home and family mean much to me and I am honored to be trusted with this house and the legacy that comes with being my grandmother’s granddaughter.