I have always been very aware that being a writer meant a lot of financial sacrifices. Once you get into the mindset that you won’t be able to afford certain things, you assume that will always be the case. Every once in a while I’d look around and feel extremely inadequate, it’s amazing how not following the stereotypical adult life checklist makes you feel! But in the end, the life I’ve chosen is the right choice. I love it very much. I’ll take being a writer to any other job in the world that happens to make money, any day.
So imagine my surprise when a couple of years ago I began to make a living as a playwright. And then imagine my shock when Craig and I realize that buying a house isn’t out of the question. And not only is it doable, it’s happening. Like now. I’m still in shock! It’s not supposed to happen. I’m supposed to live in a tin shed warming my hands by a tiny coal fire eating table scraps and harbouring a pneumonia cough. Buying a house is the big kahuna on that adult checklist and I honestly thought it was never in the cards.
We’re moving out of the city to a community near the border to accommodate our increased US travel. It represents a huge corner in our professional and personal life. Can’t wait to see what other corners are out there!