My Ma, my Pa, little C., and I are currently watching the Jazz play the Hawks. This is our family home evening for the week (Kirilenko just nailed a 20 footer).
I’m pleased to notify you that the waiting is over and the rumors are verily true. I have indeed purchased myself my very first home. My family tried to talk me out of it, but I was not to be denied (I despise my family anyway though so it’s not like I ever listen to their opinions in the first place).
As to where it is located, it’s in the sweetest town in the United States.
Having purchased said house, I thought of the following:
- Maybe now I’ll actually learn how to cook. I highly, highly, highly doubt it, but who knows. Course, since the town I live in only has a gas station, I suppose I’d better learn to cook or I’m going to be eating an awful lot of twinkies and beef jerky.
- To be honest, I really don’t know if I can survive if I have to do my own laundry. I had to do laundry for two whole years on my mission and I nearly died. And don’t even bring up that whole ironing business. (Ironing is possibly the only thing worse than going on blind dates, but that’s up for grabs).
- I have no handyman abilities. If anything ever breaks in my house, I’m pretty sure I’m just going to sit on the floor and cry.
- My living room has ugly, ugly carpet. That’s one of the first orders of business: new carpet in the living room (put in by someone besides myself of course).
- Kyle Korver has a sweet shot.
- I have neighbors now. I'm worried that they might come visit me. That would be weird to have neighbors come to visit just me and not my parents. I think I’ll avoid them as much as possible. I’m going to be one of those neighbors that people never really see and are always kind of worried about. That reminds me of this story I once read called “A Rose for Emily.”
- However, although I don’t want to meet my neighbors, I sure do hope the Relief Society brings me some meals when they find out there’s a new move in. The less I cook, the better I think.
- I’m kind of scared to go to the gas station in my town. From the way it looks on the outside, they probably really do stockpile weapons in their basement.
Anyway, those are my current thoughts. Maybe next time I'll be having some pictures for all y'all.