Our House in the Middle of Our Street.

Alright, so it's actually more toward the end of the street, but who's counting? Besides, the only other house song I could think of was that Crosby, Stills, and Nash song, but A.) we don't have two cats in the yard, and B.) I prefer Madness to CS&N by a factor of about a billion.

Anyway, this weekend, we finalized everything, signed the appropriate paperwork, and we are now officially in soul-crushing debt thanks to this place:

But at least its cute debt with a fence, a manageable yard, and room in the back for a swingset. And on initial contact, the neighborhood dogs seem about a third less feral than the ones we live near now, so I consider that a definite plus. And it came pre-equipped with a Liam cupboard.

Which is handy, since we already have a Liam to store in it.

Now all we have to do is, ugh, move in. It's sad when signing away your entire life is actually the easy part.

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