I turned the corner to adulthood. I drank the kool-aid. I bought a house.....
....And This is what I came home to:
That is the floor of my laundry room. Well, it was the floor of my laundry room. The house is good, but with some help, it can be great. Really, really great. So great that I'll never have to move again ever.
Let's let that sink in shall we; I. Will. Never. Have. To. Move. Again. (unless I want to) Also, I don't have a landlord. I have a Mortgage. Which, believe it or not, is actually sooooo much better.
But back to the hole in the floor. The-hole-in-the-floor-through-which-I-can-see-dirt.
It is the start of something Awesome.
