Did you ever have a dream that you gave up on? Maybe not intentionally or specifically, but you gave up on it. When we are growing up, we wish for plenty of things. Then as we get older, those things just don't happen. Seems like a pretty common tale for most of us. When I was growing up in Queens, my parents, along with my brother, my sister and me, somehow made due in a fairly small apartment. My brother and I shared a small room for two very oversized kids. This room was directly connected to mom and dad's room, with no door in between I might add. Not a whole lot of privacy in the old place. We used to joke that it was the kind of room that was so small you had to go outside to change your mind. We got by, although not always happily. And just to see what we were missing, every once in awhile we would visit our family in New Jersey. There we got an up close look at big and beautiful houses. We encountered places with backyards that had barbecue grills and swing sets. We saw in-ground pools, front lawns, and a room for every kid to call his own. Up until that point, I didn't think that was even allowed. I remember thinking to myself “Someday, I am going to have a house of my very own.” I thought it again in my late teens when I moved out of mom and dad's house and into my first apartment.

I thought it again in my 20s when I moved to my second then third apartments. And yet again in my early 30s when I got married and my daughter was born. I must admit, however, as I have gotten older and my age somehow magically grew closer to 40 than 30, I sort of stopped thinking about living in a house. Because of bills and money issues, and there never being enough time for anything, I started to accept the idea that being squeezed into tiny little Queens apartments was sort of my destiny...unfortunately. Fortunately, that was then and this is now.

Apparently you are never too old to have a dream come true. At nearly 40 years old, and after what feels like a lifetime of hard work, I am proud to say that I just moved into my very first house! This has been an exciting journey for me and my family. The best part of all is that I get to watch my daughter Meghan grow up with all the things that I always just dreamed about. As the previous homeowners explained to me on our initial meeting, “It's a lot of house.” Front yard and back yard, living room, dining room, full basement (which I have already claimed as my own), garage and FOUR bedrooms. Meghan goes from having a teeny little room that is connected to mommy and daddy's bedroom, just like I did, to having a room of her own and her own playroom. And for the first time in my entire life, I get to deal with having too much room instead of not enough. Now that is a problem I am going to enjoy dealing with.