New house, new schmouse

For those of you unaware, I purchased a house about a month ago. It wasn't the 202 Carolina that I may have mentioned, however. It's a little ~ 100 year old cottage in Alton. If I could have built a house, I probably would have built one very similiar to this so I guess you could call it my little dream house.

So what do I have to say about buying a house? It's scary. Even when everything goes relatively smoothly (of course mine didn't, but if it had), it seems like such a HUGE decision to make. And it's not something you can just get out of easily if you change your mind, either. can see what you're thinking..."why did you change your mind?" I didn't. But if I wanted to, I couldn't. Not for a while anyway. So me and this house are together for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. It gives me a near panic attack almost every evening when I'm sitting there reading or listening to NPR (can't afford cable TV or the Internet yet). But in the mornings when I wake up and go sit out on the sun porch with my coffee and look out over my back yard with the birds (and sometimes my 2 owls), I think, "yep, this is how it's supposed to be."

More later, off to pick up my new foster Great Dane Harley.