Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of closing on my house. Sure, houses require maintenance and sure, maybe I’m already plotting how to get more of a backyard in my life, but the fact that I, a female, was able to buy property on my own, with no spouse or male family member required to sign for me, is something I never want to take for granted. Because 60 years ago–within my mother’s lifetime–that wasn’t the case.
(Home = homegrown tomatoes. Also, remember summer?)