White male landowner

I've done it... I'm now a white male landowner. (I checked; I own about 5% of the land. Dibs on the nice part.) Suddenly my opinions seem more important!

I hold in my hands the keys to my very own place. Well, I was holding them earlier. It's hard to type with keys in your hands. Of course, the credit union kind of owns much of it, but that's beside the point. It's mine. No more rent checks; just crippling mortgage payments.

Tomorrow I can start painting the place. Tomorrow I can look for all of the things that the previous owner left behind and legally became my property yesterday. Tomorrow every little imperfection in my home will become glaringly obvious. Tomorrow I start learning just how badly I need to buy a couch.


Currently listening: Amon Tobin—Big Furry Head