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I’m over this buying a house thing
“Hello, my name is Kern Carter, and I am not a homeowner.”
That’s right, I am not yet a homeowner. And guess what, I don’t care. I’m so over it.
About a year ago, I sent out a newsletter talking about my journey to homeownership. By now, I thought I’d be sharing a photo of me holding the keys to my townhome, my daughter smiling beside me as we take another step towards living a beautiful life.
Well, here we are 13 months later and I have nothing to tell you. No photo, no keys, no home.
About two months ago, when I realized I wouldn’t be able to purchase a home, I started feeling shitty about myself. I felt like I was failing. I hated myself for setting the goal in the first place, and for getting my daughter excited about the possibility of owning our first home.
Then I thought about it. Over the last three years, I’ve saved the most money I have in my life. All of the money I’ve saved up has come from writing, which is something I’m particularly proud of. I’ve signed a publishing deal and that novel was just released earlier this month. I’ve just signed another book deal with a dream publisher that I will announce in full in the next week or so.
Life is fucking good. So why was I feeling like a failure?
