I worked for 14 years to save up and buy my dream house. It wasn’t easy. There were nights I went to bed hungry because every penny counted.
The day I finally got the keys to my own place was supposed to be the happiest of my life. But when I opened the door to celebrate with my girlfriend… I froze.
My name is Kevin, I’m 32, and until two months ago, I’d never owned anything bigger than a beat-up Honda Civic. But that all changed when I finally got the keys to my first house… a moment I’d been dreaming about since I was 18 and broke.
The journey wasn’t pretty. After my adoptive parents made it clear I was on my own at graduation, I learned real quick what survival meant. College was ramen noodles, 20-hour work weeks at a gas station, and falling asleep over textbooks that cost more than my monthly grocery budget.
“You’re crazy if you think you’ll ever afford a house,” my old roommate used to say, watching me transfer another 50 bucks into savings instead of going out. “Live a little, man.”
But I couldn’t live a little. Not when I had this burning need for something that was mine…
really mine. Everything changed when I landed a position at a reputed tech company four years ago. Finally, a real paycheck.
And three months ago, something even better walked into my life — Betty. We met at a coffee shop in downtown Oakville. She was arguing with the barista about whether they could make her drink “less caffeinated but more energetic,” and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you laughing at my very reasonable request?” she’d asked me, hands on her hips. “I’m laughing because I’ve never heard anyone ask for a paradox in a cup before!”
She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “I suppose you think you’re clever.”
“Clever enough to buy you a regular coffee and see if that works better.”
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Three months later, I was head over heels.
Betty made everything brighter, funnier, and more alive. She’d dance around my tiny apartment while cooking dinner, singing off-key. She made me believe I deserved good things.
On April 13th, everything changed. It was the best day of my life. I’d gotten the keys to 428 Everwood Lane — a $1M three-bedroom house with a front porch, a lush green garden, and a spacious backyard.
It was finally mine. I called Betty that morning, practically bouncing off the walls. “I got it!
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