our option period is over and so, if i understand it correctly, we’re pretty locked in to buying this house. it’s sort of freaking me out. buying a house for some reason feels more adult to me than having a baby. pat and i were on our honeymoon and after 4 bottles of wine were like “oh my gaaawwwd you know what would be FUN??!! having a baby!!! let’s do it!!!” tossed that birth control right out our ocean view window and went right to work.
buying a house? whoa nelly. this is more serious. i have to like, buy furniture for the house. and know a plumber. or something.
OBVIOUSLY i’m ready to be out of this apartment, but apartment living is sort of carefree and youthful. “ohhh it’s okay that i have a child, i still have my youth because i live in an apartment! i use furniture my parents handed down to me and i let finley throw food on the walls!”
having a child and owning a house? much different story. people might expect things from me like dinner parties.
time to go look at paint colors. (no really, that’s what i’m doing today. that isn’t just a clever way to end this post.)