This week marks the 7th year anniversary of buying my home, my first home. I celebrate it every year and my house is included in my daily gratitude list along with family, friends and people, situations, pets and things I am thankful for. But I also celebrate it because it is one of many things that prove to me that the power of prayer, affirmations and visualization do work in manifesting your dreams. And gratitude goes along way too in keeping the good in your life that you have been blessed with.
Like most single women I had been living in an apartment all my adult life. The last apartment I lived in was amazing. It was on a top floor of a building, beautiful views of the city I lived in, a fireplace and was for an apartment quite spacious at 1400 square feet. My life was going very well. I had a great job, plenty of money, good friends and I was in love. You could say my life was on fire! Then one night that all changed when the man I was in love with was killed in an auto accident. My world fell apart and I fell apart. Without going into deep detail of how and why of that part of the story I will keep it at I got to a point where I didn’t care about life anymore and let everything go. I lost the will to live and consequently lost all my financial means. At my sister’s urging and then she and my dad coming to get me and my cats, I moved from that city back to the city wear my family lived. In fact, I moved in with my mom and step-dad.
Living back at home with my parents, in my mid-thirties, broke, depressed and mentally lost was not the life I had planned on having a few years earlier. For the first year I did nothing but mope. I thank my family for putting up with me and being there for me when I was not at my best. But there does come a time when enough is enough. It happened one day when my step father and I were sitting on the patio talking. He said to me “I don’t like seeing you this way. You are not this type of woman. However, if you don’t get a job in the next 30 days I am kicking you out. You can go get a job at the Wal-Mart.” Shocked and mad I stormed off to my bedroom like teenager. Looking back that was the best and most loving thing he could have done for me – Tough love. I was mad about him telling me he was going to kick me out of their home and madder that he suggested I go work at Wal-Mart! Being a successful retailer from the world of high fashion and luxury, I thought to myself, how dare he suggest that I work at Wal-Mart. Does he not know who I am? The truth was I forgot who I was. His comment lit a fire in me that had been dead for quite some time.
I thank my step father for that comment because if he hadn’t said that I don’t know what would have happened? I do know that he would have stayed true to his word and I would have been living in my car! My birthday weekend was approaching and my dad gave me a plane ticket to visit an out of town friend. I considered moving to the state my friend lived in and day dreamed about a brand new start in that city. But then I had the nudge that the place for me was where I was living now. Just not with my parents. When I got back to my parents I had a new attitude and new vision for my life. First thing to do is get a job and no not at Wal-Mart. (No Offense to Wal-Mart I shop there weekly).
Once back at my parents I made a list of where I wanted to work. The type of store I wanted to run. It had to be luxury clothing, luxury brand, financially solid company, good people and good pay. I got very detailed about it. I visualized myself being at work, how I felt, what I wore etc. One day while searching online I saw an ad for a store manager for a most fabulous luxury brand and I immediately applied. I was so excited about this company. Long story short, I had the job within a week of applying for it.
I was on my way! After I got my job I then knew I was ready to move out on my own. I had a new love in my life too, a puppy and he was going to get really big and needed a yard. An apartment was not what I wanted. I wanted my own home. All odds were against me but I knew it was time to get my own house. When I get a feeling deep down in my gut and a knowing of certainty about an idea or thing in my heart then to me that is God speaking to me. It’s always been that way for me, how I know God is telling me something and that no matter what if I just keep my faith in Him/Her it will come to pass.
My dream House:
I made a list of all the things I wanted in my dream house. At first it was so grand and big and there is nothing wrong with that but I realized I didn’t really want all that yet. Besides, I knew that I was not mentally prepared to manifest a huge mansion at this point. It is important to know your limits so that you set yourself up for success and not failure when visualizing. If you can visualize something grand but can’t accept it as true then it will not happen for you no matter how much you see it. You have got to see it, taste it, feel it, hear it and touch it in your mind. So here is the list that I made for my house:
1.) 3 bedrooms and 2 baths
3.) Big fenced in backyard
4.) Two car garage
5.) High ceilings
6.) Nice neighbors with no kids
7.) A patio
8.) Safe neighborhood
9.) At least 1500 square feet
10.) Sprinkler system
I visualized this house every moment I had but mainly before I went to bed. I would spend at least an hour visualizing my home and me living in it. I used affirmations and I prayed to be guided to this home. I also read two books mainly that inspired me and helped me with affirmations; The Power Of Your Sub-Conscious Mind by Dr. Joseph Murphy and Your Word Is Your Wand By Florence Scovel Shinn. I highly recommend both of these books in creating and manifesting anything you desire.
Searching for my home:
When we had time my mom would go with me and we would drive all around looking at homes. It helped that my mom at the time was a real estate agent and we could look all over. She helped a lot. I found a really cute house near my parents and it almost met all the criteria. That one did not work out for me. The search continued for about 2 months.
One Sunday afternoon my mom took me to a brand new community that she had previewed with her office mates earlier. We drove up to it and looked around. There I found another home. It was a darling little home and brand new. It was there that I decided that I want a brand new home not a pre-owned home! I wanted a home of only my energy and my cooties! I almost purchased that little home but decided that the drive from it to my store was much too long – at least an hour each way. So on the way back we stopped at another new community and went in and asked the agent if they had any inventory homes available. He was with another customer at the time but said yes and directed us to the house.
This IS the one:
We drove up to the house and it was so cute, brick, new landscaping, cream colored trim and door and brand new. Mom and I walked inside and I felt from that moment that I was home. We looked around and I walked to the back master bedroom and I looked out the big window and in the yard next door the neighbor lady had the most beautiful blooming roses. A side note here: Roses are my personal sign that I ask for from my angels and or God for confirmation on decisions or direction. When I saw those roses, the only roses I saw on all the visits to all different homes I looked at combined with the positive feeling from walking in the door to this house I knew this was the one. This is my house.
My mom could tell she looked at me in the living room and said “I can see on your face this is the one isn’t it?” I said yes, I think it is. It has everything on the list I mentioned above. I asked my mom to wait outside for a moment as I always did so that I could feel the energy and talk to the house alone. It only took a few moments before I emerged from the house because it told me already that it belonged to me.
Next was purchasing the house. I have never purchased a house before and was told that it was a big difficult process. I guess that is and isn’t true but I do know that when God promises you something it will come to pass. I was turned down for the loan three times. I had only had a new job for 3 month’s; I didn’t have much credit – not bad credit just no credit or record of long payment. I had paid my car off 6 years before and didn’t have any credit cards etc. But I didn’t let that bother me, I kept my focus on seeing it and believing it was my home. The final time I was turned down I broke down and went outside and sat on the bench on the side of my parent’s home. I said “God, I don’t know what else to do? If this house is really mine then I give it over to you to give to me”. About 15 minutes later, my mom came out and sat down next to me. After telling me some words of comfort she hugged me and the she said, “Well, I have one other mortgage loan person we can call that I know of do you want me to call him?” I said “Well, ok but if it doesn’t work out with this person then the house is not meant for me”.
“D” the person who was a mortgage loan officer called me. I sent him all my information and while talking to this person they told me that they will get this done. I said ok. I thought from previous experience that I would have to wait another 2 or 3 weeks for an approval, however, he called back within a few days – I was approved! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you God. On November 18 with my mom by my side we drove to the title company and I signed my papers and got the key to my house. Mom and I went out for a celebration dinner and we drove up to my house to say hello to MY new home! I moved into my home that weekend and have been here now for seven years.
I would like to add one other amazing part to this story: The sales realtor for my home was very patient and kind man. But the house was an inventory home belonging to the builder who developed the community which means it is there to sell. And while I worked hard to get approved for the loan the time it took waiting for approval made the home available for someone else to buy. Gene (the realtor) and I would talk every few days and after I got my home he told me that this home really was meant for me because not once in all the weeks of Monday morning sales meetings did his boss pressure him about this particular house being sold. In fact, he told me that his boss never mentioned the house. His boss mentioned all the other inventory homes for sale but not this house. He said he was always bracing himself for his boss to pressure him about selling it and not waiting on me too long, but his boss never brought it up.
After a year of living at my home I was thinking of Gene and how kind he was and what a big part he played in me getting the home and wanted to call and say hello. I called the home office of the builder figuring he had been moved to another community. But no one knew who he was that I talk to in the office. Then my mother who was at a realtor function met someone who also knew Gene and was told that Gene had passed away a few months earlier. I like to think of Gene as a little angel that helped things move along and I am forever grateful to him too in playing a part in getting my home.
Everyday, I am thankful for my home. I show it my gratitude by taking care of it, enjoying it, appreciating it, decorating it and filling it full of love everyday. You can laugh if you want I don’t care but I usually hug and give it a kiss too! I wrap my arms around the column between the living room and dining room and hold tight and visualize love going all through it. I thank it for warming me in the winter, cooling me in the summer and protecting me and my family and for saying “Welcome Home!” to me everyday.