New Adventures Close to Home

We're back from our visit to the Dominican. After nine hot days drinking coca cola, eating rice and beans, and doing absolutely nothing (but not in that romantic lying-on-the-beach kind of way, I mean really boring, mind-numbing nothingness) we were more than ready to come back home to reality. And by reality, I mean home ownership.

That's right, Francisco and I have found ourselves a house of our own and as soon as we can muddle through all the paperwork and legalities we will be moving up like the Jeffersons. And we are excited. So. Excited.

The house is a farm house from about 1900, but in fantastic shape thanks to the previous owners. It was the second house we looked at, and from the moment we walked in I knew I wanted to live there.

What I can't believe is how much crap goes along with buying a house. Call me naive, but is it really necessary to sign paperwork and measure stuff for months in order to purchase property? I can't really figure out what it is that takes so long, or why each form you sign costs $1000, but that seems to be the case. We are bleeding money along with our excitement. We might not be able to afford to eat for a few months once we've moved in, but at least we'll be hungry in our new house, and I can already tell that's going to feel just right.