So, after all the excitement and six days of, “We’re closing tomorrow . . . no, no, we’re not . . . we’ll close the next day,” we finally got to sign papers.

And can I just say, it was pretty anti-climactic. At the end, it was like, “Go have fun painting!” It seemed like we should have gotten a small model of the house or some skywriting. At the very least a t-shirt that says “I’m a HOMEOWNER!” All we got was a handshake. And a house payment.

Everyone keeps telling us . . . welcome to the real world.

(I’m excited nonetheless.)

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