Taking the (Big) Plunge
Well, we did it.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I jumped into the fire – both feet first – and bought a house in a small Omaha ‘burb last night.
It’s a nice little cottage – comfy, cozy, petite.
Not.
Our new home is a behemoth -- it's over 3,200 square feet. It’s got four bedrooms, four bathrooms, with a finished basement, a huge kitchen, and a beautiful fenced back yard. This bad boy is what some would refer to as “big-ass”.
We love it.
Even though it’s just the two of us, we’ve always wanted to own a Big Fancy House. There's more than enough room to spread our wings, and I have an entire basement to fill up with all of my Disney crap. We’ve got extra bedrooms for our in-town guests, a two car garage (no more scraping ice on cold winter mornings - JOY!), and a really cool back deck, perfect for summer BBQs. (Bring your own meat and booze. I can’t afford to treat any longer – I have 360 house payments to make.)
We’ll move into our castle-sized house (turrets and a moat not included – yet!) in mid-December, after signing our name about 1,900 times and promising to pay the mortgage on time each month until 2037. (I’ll be 72 years old – God, that sounds like a long time.)
So while we’re anxious to make the move, there’s also a whole lot of stuff to arrange between now and then. But with a little luck and a lot of hard work we’ll be semi-settled before the holidays. And who knows – we may even be able to pick up a Christmas tree in time for Santa to drop down our brand-new chimney.
Until then, we’ll get all of our moving ducks lined up and be ready to go on closing day. Then the real fun begins – seeing if I can get lost in my own giant home. Maybe I’ll leave a trail of breadcrumbs – just in case.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I jumped into the fire – both feet first – and bought a house in a small Omaha ‘burb last night.
It’s a nice little cottage – comfy, cozy, petite.
Not.
Our new home is a behemoth -- it's over 3,200 square feet. It’s got four bedrooms, four bathrooms, with a finished basement, a huge kitchen, and a beautiful fenced back yard. This bad boy is what some would refer to as “big-ass”.
We love it.
Even though it’s just the two of us, we’ve always wanted to own a Big Fancy House. There's more than enough room to spread our wings, and I have an entire basement to fill up with all of my Disney crap. We’ve got extra bedrooms for our in-town guests, a two car garage (no more scraping ice on cold winter mornings - JOY!), and a really cool back deck, perfect for summer BBQs. (Bring your own meat and booze. I can’t afford to treat any longer – I have 360 house payments to make.)
We’ll move into our castle-sized house (turrets and a moat not included – yet!) in mid-December, after signing our name about 1,900 times and promising to pay the mortgage on time each month until 2037. (I’ll be 72 years old – God, that sounds like a long time.)
So while we’re anxious to make the move, there’s also a whole lot of stuff to arrange between now and then. But with a little luck and a lot of hard work we’ll be semi-settled before the holidays. And who knows – we may even be able to pick up a Christmas tree in time for Santa to drop down our brand-new chimney.
Until then, we’ll get all of our moving ducks lined up and be ready to go on closing day. Then the real fun begins – seeing if I can get lost in my own giant home. Maybe I’ll leave a trail of breadcrumbs – just in case.
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