So. This week… I bought a house. Or more specifically, we bought a house. And it turns out signing the papers to buy your first house feels a lot like getting married all over again. It’s just (way) more expensive, and you don’t get a dance party afterwards.
A month ago, we were a hundred percent not in the market for a house, and then on Tuesday we became homeowners. When I can wrap my head around what happened and how massively I managed to shift my feeling about money this year, I’d like to write a little about it. But in short: we saw a house, it was the one, we wrote an impassioned letter, we got the house without being the highest bid, and had a twenty-one-day close. And just like that, lickety split, we became homeowners. We have a few weeks till we move into the house that we hope our kids will grow up in and make East Oakland our home. I can’t wait to document all the projects we have in store, but for now… I’m just enjoying the seemingly impossible happening.
I’m thirty-six years old, I have two kids, and I own a house. I can get down with that.
And PS: I’m listening to Kanye’s new album on repeat on Spotify, because it is so goddamn good.
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Who snagged some Ivy Park gear this week?!
This mom is selling her son’s record collection for basically the sweetest reason ever.
Sure, Kobe was a great basketball player, but have we all forgotten what happened in 2003?
Move over, Uber and the like. Chariots for Women is coming into town (and prepared to burn it all down).
FYI, Alaska is the cheapest state to get married in.