Ann and I signed the papers on our first house yesterday afternoon. We thought long and hard before we bought a house, and after I have given this one a test drive for the last 26 or so years, I decided to stick with this one. Yeah, we bought our house from my parents. It is strange to own the house I grew up in.

The best part? We don’t have to move! When we came back home from Arkansas we moved in this house and rented from my folks for a year or so. The original intent was to buy or build somewhere else, but the more we looked at it the more sense it made to just buy this house. It’s home. It’s the place I ran from like it was on fire when I was 18 years old… but it turned out to be the only place I really wanted to be.

At some point i’ll go take a pic or two of the house and some nice surrounding views and post them up on the blog.

I had the thought today that for the first time in my life, home repairs are officially my responsibility. I had this thought when it took longer than usual for the hot water to get to the shower. I figured it was just my luck that the water heater would go out the day I bought the house. Luckily it was just because it was cold outside and the pipes were cold.

Owning a home. This should be interesting.