Our New House

As Sarah and I started to plan our wedding, we quickly realized that it was possible we could still end the year with some money left in our bank mattress account, so we decided to buy a house.

For some reason housing prices across America are dropping to the point where people like us can afford to buy one. That is until we default on our loan six months from now, which should help fix the economy. Yeah, that sounds right. Well, whatever, everything is going on our credit cards anyway. Up high.

We spent a few weeks looking around the city with Real Estate Agent Jim, including a world record fifteen houses on a Saturday. We ended up finding the perfect house in Magnolia, located near the bluff and the village.

Magnolia also means we are the youngest people on our block. We asked a few of our neighbors where they were when they found out JFK was assassinated, and most said at their retirement party.

This means we’ve taken a break from the wedding planning to fix up the house. You see, not only were the previous owners good friends with the 1972 writing staff of Interior Design, apparently they also started chain smoking to get through the 1948 election, and never looked back.

A big thanks, to Jason, Carrie, Nate, Dusty, Sophia, Josh, Seth, and the mother of the bride for all of all of their help last weekend.

Yes, for the next thirty years we are thrilled to be locked into a city where it’s never sunny, people don’t know how to talk to strangers and makes Portland look like Las Vegas…The house also has a backyard and basement.