End of an Era

Last night was the last day that I would be a homeowner. Today I signed the papers to hand my house over to another. It is an emotional, bittersweet moment. I have not cried but I probably will. I wore makeup today and I am still out and about so it won’t be pretty to have mascara stained cheeks. Lol. Not exactly how I thought this journey would go. Honestly nothing in this journey has gone the way I thought it would. Lol.

I purchased my house at the age of 24 in November of 2001. First time moving out on my own. I had wanted to get an apartment and move out of my mom’s and stepdad’s house way before then. My ever persuasive mother said it didn’t make sense to pay someone else all that money and to not get anything in return. I hear you lady. So I stayed with them as I saved money and pretty much brought everything I needed for my home. I had all my furniture, a boatload of towels, paper towels, toilet paper, sheets and anything else you can think of. I had it all. But I was still not prepared for homeownership. It was so much more than I thought.

To be fair, I was forewarned by a few single homeowners of the unexpected expenses. Yeah, still had no clue until the first gas bill came. Lol. I don’t like being cold. I would put the heat on 80 – 85 degrees. It was winter time people! Well that first bill was $300+. Seriously caught me off guard 😂. Oh these are the type of bills my parents pay!?! On top of that cable. Who knew this shit cost this much? Smh. Water bill, electric, homeowner’s insurance, property taxes, damn the water heater went out. If you have not purchased a home, don’t be scared. It is definitely some benefits to being a homeowner.

One benefit is you can paint the house and the walls whatever color you want. My mom called my house the psychedelic shack. Every room was a different color. My bedroom was dark blue, second bedroom had red and white walls, my kitchen was green and orange and my living room and dining room was like a raspberry color. And after a couple of years I had the exterior painted coral. Everyone said it was pink. One day a guy rides down the street and hollers out the window “Pink house”. It’s coral dammit!

Another benefit is when you have a pet you don’t have to pay extra rent or a damn non-refundable security deposit. You just bring that fur baby in and enjoy. That is not to say that you won’t need to get special cleaners for your light gray carpet when your untrained shih-tzu uses the bathroom on it. And now you have to decide is this mutt worth it? My new house with new carpet vs this cute little puppy baby. I see why apartments have non-refundable deposits. Lol

Then there is the benefit of no one above you or below you. You have the house all to yourself. You can sing and dance as loud as you want. Play your music on volume level 10 or 100. Whatever makes you happy. No funky food smells in the hallway seeping under your apartment door. The only kids you have to hear are your own, if you have any. Room to grow your family without having to move to a bigger apartment. The lists goes on and on. I loved being a homeowner.

The truth is I thought I would get married. That I would share that space with someone. The responsibility divided in half. It didn’t happen. The responsibility always all mine. That shit gets draining. My house is 100 years old. There is no end to the type of shit that can go wrong. And it started to go wrong. Lol. Now do I fix it or sell it. Toledo will be in my rear view at the end of 2021. So I decided to sell. One day I had a chance conversation with just the right person and here I am today, homeless.

These past 19 years with the lovely coral house on Park St. have been great, frustrating and the experience of a lifetime. I thank God for the blessing of being a homeowner, for giving me the ability to pay my house off, for sustaining me when it got hard and for sending the right person at the right time. Cheers to the end of an Era. Be well and whole. Much love 🧡 💚

P.S. I went out to eat at Olive Garden after I signed the closing papers. This is where I typed this post. An amazing couple covered my bill for me. I was already emotional. I just wanted to bawl my eyes out. I didn’t but it was hard not to. What a way to end the day.

And Another One

About every other week, sometimes every week I have a “What the fuck is wrong with you Ebony Lamonica Sims?” moment. Along with a “Who does that?” Recently, someone I am cool with shared their feelings with me. Right before he did it, I felt the shift in the air and my defenses went up. I must tell you that it is only after talking with one of my close friends that I even became aware of this reaction. I responded in the most fucked up way possible. I proceeded to tell the person how he felt and pretty much shitted on his feelings. Don’t beat me up. My friends have done it enough already.

The worst part with all of this is I didn’t even know my reaction was wrong until my friend told me 🤦🏾‍♀️. She broke it completely down for me (in a mean way, lol) and I was so disappointed and embarrassed. I was disappointed because here I am thinking I am growing and becoming a better person. Reading books and listening to podcasts only to revert back to the same old me when confronted with an uncomfortable situation. Embarrassed that it took my friend to point it out and that I treated another person that way.

I was also hurt. To realize my thoughtless response had the ability to hurt another person hurt me. I put myself in that other person’s shoes. What if I told my crush how I felt about him and he did the same thing to me? I have finally worked up the nerve to put it all out there and he totally disrespected my feelings. What the fuck Ebony Lamonica Sims!?! Who does that? Obviously me. Even as I am writing this I am overcome with emotions. I was not impeccable with my word. I was mean, hurtful and disregarding. This is a lot for me. I am not handling it well.

These last 2 months I have not been writing as much because I have been feeling too much. I have been feeling whatever the emotions are. To say it has been unpleasant is an understatement. Lol. But I know in order to have the breakthroughs and become the person I want to be, it is necessary. The trick is not to dwell in the feelings. To not let them consume you and take you down. If I held on to every “what the fuck” moment I would be buried. The goal is to feel it, work through it and coming out on the other side a better person. Being more self aware and with new tools to use for the next challenge. My next step is to work through these feelings. I have already started the process. I apologized for my actions. Or would it be reaction 🤔.

If you get nothing else from my blog, I hope you learn what not to do from my countless follies and missteps. Lol. Seriously though, this is one of the reasons why I share these moments. We all have to go through something, but sometimes those things are unnecessary. We bring them upon ourselves. So hopefully me going through necessary and unnecessary (lol) situations can stop you from having to. You can learn from my life experiences and my mistakes. Less mess and less stress for you. Lol. Be well and whole. Much love 🧡 💚