The Exodus is upon us.
After 10 years, the saga of 708 Josephine Street is drawing to its close.
On Friday, Mary and I purchased our first home. It's a tacky-fabulous Ranch house from the mid-50s with a gas fireplace, shag carpet and the ugliest linoleum in history. Its bones are solid but its interior has drifted out of place, toward the '70s instead of the Eisenhower/Kennedy years... and we're taking it back.
Sadly, this means that the house we've rented for the last decade will be left behind. We'll miss her.
More to follow on all these subjects, plus photos (lots of 'em, I promise) in the coming days. Strap in. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
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