Waiting

I am sitting the Farmer’s Branch public library waiting for Brian to get done with work so we can go sign the papers and buy our house. We have been talking about a house in general for 3 years, we have been talking non stop about this house for almost 4 months, but still I am nervous. There is something about signing a paper to pay someone more money than you make in a year (or several years in this case) that makes your stomach feel a little uneasy.  I am so excited for our house, but something about this situation reminds me of playing house. Buying a house is something that grown ups do, and I still don’t feel like a grown up. Don’t get me wrong, if you could fall in love with a house, I would be in love with that one, but still this is a all a little surreal to me. We were talking the other day that someday we are going to tell our kids about the huge hassle we went through to get the house, and how someday they will go back and look at the pictures of us around the time and just laugh at how old fashioned and funny we looked (kinda like what we do when watching old videos), they’ll laugh at the amount we paid for the house, and yes I am sure they will even mock my carpet choice, tile choice, and maybe even the cupboards, but even though we have talked about all of that it still feels like tomorrow I am going to wake up at Wymount, go to school, and keep wishing that we had the time to start looking for houses.  So I know at least some of my readers have purchased houses recently, did you guys have the same feeling, or am I just being dramatic?