It’s more than a hundred months since andrea and I got together. It’s more than 2 and a half years since we got married. It’s been significantly long since our story as a family started and yet andrea mateo and I still have no roof of our own over our heads.
Apparently, it’s not that easy acquiring a property nowadays. No matter how much foreclosure help i find, getting around to procuring enough for a downpayment is more monumental of a task than I thought. Huhu! And as the head of the family, it’s a burden I bear heavily on my shoulders.
Sometimes, I even get to the point when I would think about how andrea and mateo would be right now if I was a bit richer or if andrea decided on marrying a richer guy. Would they be more secured? Would they be happier?
It’s quite depressing contemplating on these things but as the saying goes… reality bites - sometimes even harder than you could imagine. I know andrea and I had plans of having a house of our own early. And even though, based on others’ standards, some people think it’s still quite early, I can’t help but feel that it’s not. I mean mateo’s growing really fast. Soon, andrea and I would have to decide about whether we’ll have another baby or not. Before you know it, we’ll have more bills to pay and less money to allocate for our own abode.
Bit by bit our dream of a house is slowly fading. I’ve got to do something about it before time runs out - no matter how drastic or tragic it takes.