Houses mean a lot to different people, its somewhere dry,
warm, a shelter from the rain. It is
also where families are raised. I left
home at the age of twenty four and ever looked back. I moved out because my sister was leaving
home and going to uni. My brother left
about five years earlier to study at the same uni as my sister. I wasn’t ready to leave home when my brother
did instead I ended up living with my Mum full time. So when I moved out of home I moved in with
my best friend from high school Kayla, (she needs full time care seven days a
week.) another girl called Theresa and then Blue who lives out the back in her
own flat. Six months went by and Theresa
moves out for all sorts of reasons. So
finally after nine months of Blue, Kayla and I, Kate moves in and things were
going great until she broke my trust and our personalities clashed and still
do. So about a year of putting up with
her rules and stuff, I wrote a letter to my parents explaining to them that I
wasn’t happy living there. He changed
his mind in that weekend and he said that he would buy me a house so my
stepmum, Dad and I began searching all over town and then we finally found a
house for renting about three months later because Dad wanted to see if I could
manage on my on my own for a trial period and I exceed that by six months and
still going strong after being a year on my own. About a month ago I saw on Trade Me (New
Zealand’s website to sell things like eBay) a two bedroom, two bathroom and
garage for sale so I emailed Bryan through facebook, sent him the link and he
said go for it. So I texted my Mum who
liked it as well. Then one Saturday
evening Dad rang me on my cellphone because I was going to go and watch the
rugby All Blacks vs Ireland. I told Dad
let’s go and drive past this house. Dad
really liked it and so on that Tuesday afternoon we went and had looked inside
it. The house and the location were just
perfect and it was just what we were looking for. So for almost a month I have known about the
house and being keeping it secret because I wasn’t quite sure if we were going
to get it because of the tender and it is not often I don’t share secrets. Only a handful of people knew that I wanted
to buy that house. Thanks Dad for
believing in me and I will enjoy my new home.
For me a house is a home where I can be independent as possible and have
freedom away from my parents. Who would
have thought that one of my dreams has come true. Now if I could the other dreams and goals in
place then my life would be perfect.
Rachel, this is so awesome and your family must be so proud of you. Congratulations!!! Such an inspiration to all of us!! Hugs & Kisses - Laura Castillo
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