Saturday, June 25, 2011

Imposter!

Nothing makes you feel quite so much as if you were perpetrating a grand and encompassing deception as buying your first house.  Above is the window seat of mine.  And honestly, I cannot believe they let me sign my name to a contract for this sucker.  I am a MINOR!  I am in need of ADULT SUPERVISION!  Never mind that I am THIRTY!

It's a threadbare question, but when, exactly, does one start feeling like an adult?

7 comments:

Morgan said...

Congratulations! Just don't do this:
http://xkcd.com/905/

Anonymous said...

I think even adults often feel out of their depth. Welcome that feeling; it means you have a chance to grow.

Hope you locked in a fixed rate, and congrats.

- Will, esq.

Susan said...

But you get a window seat! Being a psuedo-adult seems worth it for that :)

Mara said...

In re: the poll--poor prairie! I feel like a traitor to the midwest not voting for it. I think I voted for the beach or something stuck-up like that. The problem is, the prairie is just too hot and full of chiggers. I do have a picture of it on my wall though.

Anne said...

Margaret, you crack me up.

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wombat said...

I think the delicious and disconcerting truth is that there is no such thing as "adulthood." It's a spectrum, not levels.