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I just closed on a place earlier today. My first after renting and bumming around my entire adult life so far. Pretty crazy really.

Since my spouse and I have made a purchase offer for a place that was accepted today, I am a lot closer to fulfilling this goal. There is still all the crap that must be done before closing, but I do not think there will be any bumps there. I am still amazed that a bank is willing to lend us that quantity of money. I guess we won’t be eating out anymore.

Although it is not a single family detached home, which is really what most people think a “house” is, one must start somewhere, eh?

I remember the first couple of years after college (longer ago than I like to think about) when I was pretty dirt poor and the economy sucked how impossible buying a house seemed. I was happy just to keep eating and to keep the creditors off my back. I suppose I will not really believe it until we close and they actually hand me the keys.

I remember looking up the stairway of a not completed house that my parents would later buy. The stairwell itself seemed huge, and I was fascinated buy all the the exposed studs and whatnot and that one could see through the steps to the back of the house. I vaguely recall trying to climb up the stairs, but I probably was not successful.

I would have been around 1.5 years old at the time. I do not really remember anything else until I was maybe 4.

After I was all grown up, I returned to the house and was surprised with how small and narrow the stairwell (and the rest of the house) actually is. Funny.