Coming Home

We might be getting closer to home ownership. It will be soooo nice to feel like we're in a permanent place. I'm so tired of renting.

The white walls.
The waiting game played with the landlord whenever anything malfunctions.
Getting money taken out of the security deposit when the screen window was ripped already when we moved in.
Wondering if the rent will go up again.
The occasional neighborhood snideness towards 'renters.'
The hesitation I always feel before buying any piece of furniture or art, wondering if it might be useless in two years if we move somewhere else.

Like this artwork from etsy...


It might be weird to point to this art on the wall and say, "Oh yes, the artist? Toxicguineapigs, of course."

But now it'll be nice to find things that fit perfectly. It'll be nice to feel relaxed and at home. Like the wandering is over.
(I'll keep you posted when the details are tangible. And check back next year to see if I'm whining when something's broken and it's me and Jason who have to figure out how to fix it!)

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