Hello, friends! Remember that time I said I was going to make my blog legit, and I was really good about posting every day, until all of a sudden I disappeared for two weeks? Well, those kinds of promises don’t hold up so well when you go out of town for work for two weeks, and then you move into a new house, and then your puppy gets sick, and then you just want to curl up in a blanket and sleep for three days straight.
Anyway, ENOUGH. The big story here is that we bought a house—WHAT?!?!? If you knew me three years ago, you would not have seen this coming. However, this is neither the time nor the place to discuss my hot mess years.
|Can’t be buying houses when your life is in shambles.|
There will be many posts to come about the highs and lows of buying a house. During the entire process, I kept waiting for someone from the mortgage company to call and say “Ah ha! We got you! You’re not a real adult, you were just pretending!” This never happened, and we made it all the way through settlement without anyway questioning my status as a grown up.
Up until now, I really haven’t felt like an adult. Sure, I’ve had my own health insurance and I finally caved and bought my own car and my own cell phone plan, but there was always a part of me that felt like adulthood was some far away thing. Even when we got married, even when we started the search for a house, I still had thoughts that began with “by the time I’m an adult…” As you can see, I am really into refusing to accept the inevitable.
In the words of T. Swift, everything has changed.
You’re probably assuming this change came over me once we signed away our first born to purchase a home. Things actually still felt surreal in that moment, but it wasn’t until the next day that I actually felt like an adult, when I went to Sears and purchased a washer and dryer.
Like most children, I despised going to a place like Sears. They didn’t sell toys! The whole place smelled like rubber! Even in more recent years, I couldn’t return there without having flashbacks of being bored to death. Despite these vivid memories, I made the trek (and by trek, I mean five minute drive) to Sears, took one look at all the shiny, new washers and dryers, and practically started salivating. In that moment, I knew I was completely and undeniably an adult, and there was no going back.
I promise I won’t make my posts completely BO-RING now that I am an adult, but for now, let me leave you with this picture of absolute beauty.
|It has special buttons for wrinkle guard and tough stains. Wowza!|