Recently, we did what any red-blooded, economically saavy people would do during an economic downturn and bursting of the housing market bubble–we bought our first home. When I first brought up the idea, I thought John was going to swallow his tongue from the fit of hysterics he slipped into (part laughing/part crying). But, the more we thought about it, the more sense it made. We have each spent the past five or six years moving from rental to rental…constantly worried about rent hikes, location, crime rates, the prohibition of pets, and so on. Once I had done a bit of research on our mortgage options, what our budget would be, etc…convincing John was much easier than I thought.
The new place is modest (aka small), charming (aka old), and full of potential (aka needs work), but it is ours (aka the Bank’s). Surprisingly, though, it’s been kind of fun. Since we’ve moved in we’ve had plenty of projects to keep us busy and we have been experimenting with colors and ideas. Sure, it’s no mansion, but we have a nice little .13 acre at the end of a quiet suburban street, not too far from the city. Best of all, we finally have a place to call home 
