It’s official. We have a house.
Over the weekend, Mrs. Revis, Baby E, and I moved into our new house.
First, let me complain about the sheer volume of paperwork that needs to be filled out and signed when you buy a house. I’m shocked that my fingers haven’t fallen off yet from the number of signatures I was forced to do. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if some people are renting apartments right now just so don’t have to go through all of the house-buying paperwork.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with it. Instead of boring you with the HGTV details, such as number of bathrooms, I’ll simply say that, unlike our old apartment, our new house has enough room for all of us, and all of our things. That was the biggest problem with where we were living: not enough space. Between the three of us, we outgrew it. It was a constant fight to find places for everything.
Having all this space is weird. After being crammed in for so long, having room to put everything is such an odd feeling. Of course, buying my own house is an odd feeling too. Growing up, buying a house was never something I dreamed about. It was always assumed that I’d just have one. As I got older, and reality set in, I was never sure that I’d ever be able to afford one without winning the lottery. I pretty much accepted that I was going to be renting the rest of my life.
Look at me now. I have my own house.
….. So……. anyone want to help me unpack??