Well, Mr. Faded Glory gets to check another box off on his laundry list of adult tasks. As of today, Mr. and Ms. Faded Glory are the proud owners of a new house.
And, yes, this (a) signifies some sort of permanence in the community, (b) begins the principles of ‘equity’ and ‘investment’ and other adult-sounding terms within Mr. Faded Glory’s life, (c) actually resembles a sensible, adult decision, and (d) is living proof that even Mr. Faded Glory may, gulp, actually be growing up, or at least advancing into maturity (perhaps kicking and screaming, but you get the idea).
As if further testament to the gearshift in Mr. Faded Glory’s adult life, today – Valentine’s Day – was actually spent with a long discussion surrounding mortgages, interest rates, insurance, and down payments, whereas within the last four years, Valentine’s Day may have been earmarked for much more, uh, experimental purposes.
Will it come to pass that this blog is one day the sole remaining artifact of my yearned-for youth? Or, even as I decry any sort of homeowners’ establishment, should I just face up to the fact that my love for network-TV and gigantic corporate-sponsored sports isn’t exactly a shining example of nonconformity?
Or did we already know this? Happy Valentine’s Day.
