this morning #1877.

this morning, the realtor stepped outside to give me some space to think. left me alone in the living room of a suburban home that i was seriously considering making my own. truth be told, i was frozen. indecisive. wished that i had someone i could call to ask about what to do. up until now, the biggest purchase i’ve ever made was my truck. ten years ago. what do i, a forty-year-old bachelor know about being a homeowner? i made my way from room to room. it really is much of what i want. somewhat new. remote location. large backyard. plenty of room for one person. enough room for two if that’s where life takes me. that last part right there. that’s what finally made me decide to head outside & shake the realtor’s hand.