There were several years when I was growing up that were very very lean times. My Dad was working 3 or 4 jobs, and my Mom was working one and taking care of us kids. I know my Dad had to ask my Grandfather for loans a couple of times so they could make the house payment.
My parents worked their hind ends off to provide for the family, and I am forever grateful. I am also forever terrified that something will happen and I will find myself in financial distress. This is why I have been quite smart about saving money in myriad ways. Still, whenever I purchase anything...and I mean ANYTHING...whether it be a $1.25 soda or a $200 printer, I always think to myself, 'I shouldn't be buying this.'
And so, while I'm delighted and excited to be building my first home, I am equally (or even moreso) scared to death. It's a huge responsibility, and I have no one with whom to share the financial burden. I'm sure it is perfectly normal to feel this way, right?
Here are some photos I took yesterday when I drove by to check the progress. They've just begun work. I am scheduled to close on November 4th. We'll see if that actually happens.