I am feeling, for the first time ever, house-proud. And so I would like to show you the house that I shall be (fingers crossed, knocking wood) buying.
Isn't the porch FANTASTIC? And the tree? And also, I know you want to see this, though it is a crappy and unrepresentative picture. 'Tis the Nook of Ideas:
What you can't tell from this picture is that the Nook is like 5 1/2 feet wide and like 12-14 feet long. In other words, an entirely reasonable amount of space for an office. (In fact, not all that much smaller than my actual office at school, which I think used to be a utility closet. What you also can't see is that there are windows in the Nook, so in that regard it is superior to my actual office, which has no windows - another piece of evidence that tells you it was probably at one time a utility closet.)
I should also note that I'm sort of freaking out about the fact that things are moving forward. It's not the idea of the money and mortgage that gets me. It's just that it feels so grown up of a thing to do. Also, it feels like for the first time "home" will really be where I live full time, and not my mom's house. I think the anxiety is closest to how I felt when I brought the Man-Kitty home - that somebody was making a grave mistake and that I was clearly not responsible to own a pet. Of course, that was silly, but that is very close to what this feels like.
6 years ago