Homeowners

We have finally realized our dream of buying a place of our own. A place we can improve to fit our needs, mostly as a more energy efficient and water conserving home. A place where we can put down roots, both figuratively by integrating into the community and literally by planting trees we can watch grow to maturity over the years. A place where we can track the changing seasons and compare them year to year.

I knew this place was ours as soon as I saw it on the MLS listing my sweetie sent me. I looked at the picture and said, "That's my home!" Now realize that everything we looked at required us to evaluate what it would take to make it work for our needs and ask ourselves whether we'd be satisfied living there for years to come. This one, however, immediately felt right to me. I did not share this with anyone for fear of jinxing it.

I looked at the address and knew it was mine; it was ingrained in my memory that very first day. It took a bit longer to convince the seller that it was indeed my home. They wanted us to jump through their many hoops before accepting our money and giving me my keys. But, they acquiesced in the end and I have my house.

Early in the month when we were struggling with the anxiety of waiting out the bidding process, we meandered about the property, noting the scattering of trash and debris. Something metal caught my eye. When I picked it up, I saw it was a pig.



Just a little pig, something to hang on a wall. One might think it was interesting but not meaningful in any way. To us, though, this pig had significance.


You see, the rental house we live in has a pig weathervane. We did not put this weathervane up but have used it often as a landmark when giving directions to the house.

Finding a pig on the property was a sign. It reassured us that, yes, it was all going to work out. We would get the house, even though the process was frustrating and challenging. Over the weeks any time one of us would get excessively worried that we weren't going to get the house, the other would say, "Don't worry. The pig wouldn't lie."

The pig didn't lie and, for this, it will be given a place of honor near our front entrance. Whenever things look grim, we will look upon it and remember that everything will work out alright. We simply must relax and believe in the "Power of the Pig."