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Perhaps some background is in order.
My parents have never owned a house. They've rented apartments and houses for the last... nearly 30 years. They never thought they'd have enough put aside for a house, what with four kids, various animals, cars, college, etc, etc.
But last year, when my grandfather kicked the bucket, he left my mother some money. Not a hell of a lot, but enough so that they could buy a house. So they've been looking for about 6 months, I think. They had various requirements, including that it had to be somewhat secluded (and NOT in the city).
They finally found one last month. I was very happy for them. And today, they closed on the house. It's now theirs.
So, tonight, I finally got to see it for the first time--we took a load of fragile stuff, and some cleaning supplies. Guh. Dirt. And a carpet cleaner. Yay, clean floors!
It's a 2-level ranch style, I think they call it. There's a garage (dude). It's on a hill, and the backyard makes the one we have now look piddly. Driving to it is like driving in the wilds of New York, somewhat. At least, 61/67 reminded me of the road I took to Delevan all those years ago...
But there's... hills to go up. Moya was displeased.
And we have a driveway now. It's very odd.
Anyway. The house. It's pretty, it's damned cool. And I feel so proud that my parents now own it.
There was a part of me that kept looking around, just completely incredulous that this nice house, with its blank walls, beige carpeting, foyer and balcony and gorgeous crystal chandelier was not ours. Or it was a neighbor's that we were borrowing...
So, yes. I've seen the house, and I like it.
Now, if it only had DSL....
My parents have never owned a house. They've rented apartments and houses for the last... nearly 30 years. They never thought they'd have enough put aside for a house, what with four kids, various animals, cars, college, etc, etc.
But last year, when my grandfather kicked the bucket, he left my mother some money. Not a hell of a lot, but enough so that they could buy a house. So they've been looking for about 6 months, I think. They had various requirements, including that it had to be somewhat secluded (and NOT in the city).
They finally found one last month. I was very happy for them. And today, they closed on the house. It's now theirs.
So, tonight, I finally got to see it for the first time--we took a load of fragile stuff, and some cleaning supplies. Guh. Dirt. And a carpet cleaner. Yay, clean floors!
It's a 2-level ranch style, I think they call it. There's a garage (dude). It's on a hill, and the backyard makes the one we have now look piddly. Driving to it is like driving in the wilds of New York, somewhat. At least, 61/67 reminded me of the road I took to Delevan all those years ago...
But there's... hills to go up. Moya was displeased.
And we have a driveway now. It's very odd.
Anyway. The house. It's pretty, it's damned cool. And I feel so proud that my parents now own it.
There was a part of me that kept looking around, just completely incredulous that this nice house, with its blank walls, beige carpeting, foyer and balcony and gorgeous crystal chandelier was not ours. Or it was a neighbor's that we were borrowing...
So, yes. I've seen the house, and I like it.
Now, if it only had DSL....
