It was our first home. Owning a first home is a lot like having sex for the first time. You're excited but nervous at the same time, eager to join the club but not completely sure what to do. You say things like, "I don't know the first thing about laying pipe," "Are you sure it's okay to drill here?" and "If I put that in my mouth, will I get lead poisoning?" The more time you spend in that house, though, the more it feels like home, to the point where you feel totally comfortable walking around it with no pants on. But today, if I walk around that house pantless, the new owners will have me arrested. That makes me sad.
We now begin our trek toward
For now, I'll just keep doing what I've been doing all week, humming a bit of The Smithereens' "House We Used to Live In."