Home Sweet Home
I have decided to buy a house. I really like it here... my job, my friends,
the area. Joel says the shopping sucks but until he has lived in middle of nowhere
Pennsylvania where there isn't even a Starbucks, I really don't want to hear
about it. Besides, Toronto, aka shopping heaven, is only a few hours away.
So I know I want to be here for awhile and my apartment is getting smaller
and smaller. I just want a cute little house... a fixer upper (Aaron isn't taking
that woodworking class for nothing) that I can fix up and then sell for a little
more later on. The search for a house begins. It is a scary thing. People start
mentioning all the words that up until now you have been able to ignore... mortgage,
finance rate, closing costs. I don't think all my years of shoe shopping experience
has prepared me for this.