I join the many that believe that life only gets better as we grow older. With age, we get to know ourselves and our place in the world. These things have to do with inner values and our sense of purpose in life. Sometimes they also materialize into the things we do and surround ourselves with, so they become an expression of who we are.
In 2017 I became the sole owner of my house. For the first time in my life I have my very own mortgage 😊 This apparently simple action is the culmination of decades of consistent hard work to become financially self-sufficient. To me it symbolizes my independence and freedom and it gives me a sense of pride. And on a practical level, it provides me and my children with a safe base where we can rest, love and thrive.
We have lived in Jonstrup, in the municipality of Furesø om the Copenhagen area for seven years now. It’s a typical Danish middle class neighborhood. What makes it particularly attractive is the proximity to Søndersø lake, the woods of Jonstrup Vang, and the former Værløse military airport which is now turned into recreational grounds. There is plenty of nature right outside our doorstep. It’s 25 minutes by car or train to downtown Copenhagen. And in our case, it is also very conveniently close to the kids schools and their dad.
I love this area and my house fits me like a glove. It is light, functional and there is enough space for a family living together and for having a bit of privacy too, which is something to appreciate in a household with a couple of teenagers. My home is unpretentious on the outside but high quality of life on the inside. It does not promise more than it delivers. What you see is what you get. Strong structure built with cement blocks, but flexible on the inside so it can adapt to changing needs.
It sits in the middle of a row of three, which also provides me with a sense of security, having neighbors to both sides.
As a child, I moved a lot. My dad had a bit of a home neurosis and was always searching for the next best thing. It did not help things when my parents divorced. I stopped counting how many homes I had lived in or been a guest at. As an adult, I wondered whether I had the same bug as my dad. Maybe not as big a bug.
In my 21 years in Denmark I have had 5 homes, so on average I have moved every 4 years. Which in itself makes my current home a record breaker, as I have lived here over 7 years.
This house has grown on me to the point of symbiosis, we take care of one another. I hope we will have many years together. I feel like staying here. At home.