December 8, 2010- The Nameplate!

     Tonight, as soon as I left work, I ran around for 4-5 hours taking care of errands on my list that had been building up for a few days. I tend to leave my errand times for the evenings the boys are with their dad, so that’s when I take care of grocery shopping, picking up mail and mailing off packages and letters, and even searching for household necessities at the convenience store. After all these everyday chores, I had to go to my BQ room once more to do a last clean-up before my final inspection tomorrow.  I took my broom, dust pan, Seventh Generation All-Purpose Cleaner, and my rag and garbage bag up three flights of stairs for the very last time, and on my way back home, I was greeted with a surprise. I walked to the BQ since it’s basically right across the street, so I was headed back to the front door on my way home (To clarify, I usually ride my bike and pull in back, so I can keep my bike dry under the patio cover). As I neared the front path turning into my door from the sidewalk, I noticed my name plate with my first initial and last name had been added underneath my house number that day. This brought a wide grin to my face. Even my neighbors, who have been in their house several months now, do not have a name plate yet.  It made it all so very real to me.  I’ve never had a house with my name on it.  The houses I lived in previously always had my ex-husband’s name as he was the one with the accompanied, housed contract.  All I can say is that it felt really good, good to be standing on my own two feet and providing for my family the way I’ve always wanted to, finally!