Our House…in the middle of Southeast
What a weird, emotional-rollercoastery week it’s turning into. I found out just a few minutes ago that GTB and I got the house we applied for last weekend. It’s a perfect little 1927 Craftsman in Southeast Portland. The landlord is a little nutty, but the hardwood floors and gas stove more than make up for his lunacy.
I’m stoked. GTB is already on the “Let’s make a list of everything we need” kick, which, during the workday this week, is enough to make me throw a blood clot. But I have to admit, I am currently picturing how to situate the living room and where exactly the Boo’s litter box will go.
Yippee!