In September 1997 my friend Rosemary called me to see if I would help her drive a truck with her to Indiana, because she was moving there to be closer to her family. I had vacation time coming up, so I said "sure". Then I started thinking, and piped up "That means you'll need to sell your house, right?"
That was a Thursday. On the following Monday her ex-husband called me. He's still Rose's realtor of choice, and he said "If you want it, let me know, otherwise I'm putting it on the market." The next night, I signed the purchase agreement.
The rest of the process was pretty smooth, I guess. Having never bought a house before, I had no idea what to expect. But about 4 1/2 weeks later, we were all there signing eleventy million pieces of paper, and I walked out with a mortgage and a house.
Three bedrooms, no basement, detached garage, and a deck off the back of the house; a typical suburban house with very little in the back yard besides grass so far. It's in nice condition, and I didn't have to do anything before I moved in besides shampoo the carpets.
The house was warmed quite nicely the week after I moved in, in November, with a music jam session. It has been great being here for the holidays too.
I have more photos trapped in the camera. When I update this page next, I'll even have photos of the back of the house!
