I’m starting to enjoy being a homeowner, and that scares me. For some reason, I get great satisfaction out of fixing the little things that are messed up around the house. Whether it’s patching a little hole or running some cable down a wall, I feel good after doing it.
Ten years ago, all I cared about was sleeping and partying, with some occasional studying thrown in for good measure. I wouldn’t have stepped foot into a Home Depot to save my life, but now I really dig it.
What in the world is happening to me?