Chopstork

After months of looking, Laura and I are now the proud owners of a big bank note. Oh, and a house to go with it. “The yellow house” is now our yellow house. This is the house we’ve wanted since November. Long story—we saw it, I didn’t have a job yet, we moved, I got a job, we put an offer in, we negotiated, the house had renters, we didn’t want renters, seller took it off the market, we saw a bunch of other houses, we liked The McIntire House, someone else offered more for it, we looked some more, considered The Avon House, still liked The Yellow House, decided renters were fine, offered again, paid lots of money to borrow even more money, got the house. Which means we are landlords for the first time too. Weird. Which in turn means we can’t move in till August. Sucks. Oh well.

Closing on a house is very anticlimactic. I felt like there should be more ceremony. Nope, it’s just sign here, sign here, initial here, sign, initial, initial, initial, sign, date, initial, sign, date, initial … stare at closing attorney … that’s it? We own a house now? Moving in will be much more exciting.

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