Thursday, April 9, 2015

At Least Walter Can Go Outside

I bought a house last summer.  It was my first (okay maybe second) true venture into permanence.  Or so I thought.

I’m not a long-term thinker; never have been.  But buying a house is a long-term decision. 

Finally I could build a home; paint the walls, fix the sink, change and improve as I please.  After ten years of renting and never truly feeling home (or maybe I did, I don’t know), I made a big decision and bought a house.

“Bought a house” is just three words, but it would take far more to convey the horrendous pain in the ass that is buying a house.

But eventually I stood at the front door, keys in hand, and the rest was all in the past.  If it weren’t for the joyous expectation of that moment and everything that would follow to counter the never-ending credit checks, endless paperwork, and further plethora of unknowable hassles, no property would ever change hands.

I’m not sure where I was going with this except to say that my dream of permanence fell apart.  For a short time I allowed myself to ignore reality.  Eventually (or not so eventually) I will need to pull the plug, give it up, and experience something new: selling a house.

I do however recommend that keys-in-hand, front-lawn-staring-at-the-house feeling.  It’s nice.

Walter is my cat.