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I usually check the status of my bank accounts on a daily basis.  But the past few days I've been reluctant to look, like watching a scary movie through splayed fingers.  Depleted.  Deflated.  Drained.  Such sad words... But for a happy cause.  T and I bought the house we've been renting for the past 5 years.  We're homeowners now!  How very adult of us.

I think because we're already well settled in, everything's decorated, and we didn't have to do any moving-of-the-things, it was sort of an anti-climactic experience.  We signed the papers a few mornings ago and then we went to work.  When we both came home it didn't feel any different.  That house has been home for a long time. 

So now instead of paying rent to the landlords (T's parents), we'll be writing checks to the bank.  Much heftier checks, but we'll get used to it.  And I'll get used to the feeling of not being able to pick up and leave at the drop of a hat because I've got these "responsibilities" and "debt coming out my ears."  Not that I would ever up and leave... and move to the islands and live in a tent on the beach and sell beaded necklaces to tourists.  That thought never crossed my mind.  Oh no, never.  

;-)

GOTTA PAY THE MORTGAGGGE!