I’m terrified.
Jonathan and I flew to Chicago this morning to close on our house. We’re at my brothers now waiting to get going. I knew this would be a big deal and nerve wrecking, but I don’t know, I didn’t expect to be nervous about this part of it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, but it’s a big deal. Financially wise, I’m basically given someone half a million dollars. Be it that someone happens to be someone I’m quite fond of, but I mean I’m essentially being like here boy, sign your name on the dotted line. Kay you are now equal owners of this house, equally responsible. In the case of a divorce I can write it in that I would be the sole owner, but aside from that, it’s just as much his. And it’s a big deal for him too, he’s now responsible on taxes and whatnot. I don’t know I’m just all worried hoping he still truly wants this, I hope he’s not embarrassed of it the way I’ve been these past few years.
Forgetting about the money for a second, holy fuck, we’re buying out first house together! I’m 21 he’s 23 and we are purchasing a house. In Chicago…Illinois. Not renting, not going for vacation, not staying at a friends or my brothers house. We are buying a house. It will be all ours.
I can put my feet on the counters or have sex on the kitchen table or walk around the bathroom butt naked. I can buy whatever furniture I want, I can use the kitchen as much as I want, have whatever pets i want, I can fix something promptly when it breaks, or keep the heat up as high as I want…it’s ours. No landlords, no parents or siblings, it will be ours. 100% ours.
Are we actually doing this?!?!!?!
Ah!!!
