This morning, I am sending off a letter that marks a milestone in my adult life. It is the payoff check for my house mortgage. For the first time in my life, I will own my home outright.
And, yes, I know: I am about to incur debt as I fix up the house for sale. But for one brief shining moment, I will tread upon hardwood floors and manicured lawns that I am not renting from the bank. There are earls and dukes who have not felt that sense of financial freedom.
Then, if all goes well, I will be relieved of any further duties of home ownership once the house sells.
I once read that no man is free unless he can carry everything he owns on his back. I often have romantic notions that I truly believe that. I will certainly have an opportunity to put the adage to the test these next few months as I sort through all I own.
But I will not be sorting if I continue to write.
