I've been called a lot of things, but never a homeowner...

So we own the house. Or the bank owns us. Either way, I couldn't be happier that all the proper signatures are in place. I felt a bit like a poser at the title company, as though I was going to be called out for trying to finally "close" or talk about "escrow" and "equity." For so long, buying a house was just off my radar. And then it seemed like a dream to aspire to One Day, when Marc's loans were closer to being paid off. Seeing as how that day is in so distant a future as to be another lifetime, I'm glad that this worked out now rather than later.

We are already well settled in here, so it is not as though we came fresh through the door this evening, shiny new key and champagne in hand, but as a gesture I will take down the old window treatments and make some other minor changes that I had held off on until closing day. I'll go ahead now that we are Home.

(Oh, and Olivia got kicked out of Parent's Day Out.)