Yes. I am now a house-person, with the home ownership stuff (kinda).
I have a house.
I... have a house.
I have.... a HOUSE.
Holy &%^(* shit I have a HOUSE.
It's a house I've been dreaming of for years. It's perfect, and it's mine.
This is my front door.
And this is my new fireplace.
My new dining room and computer nook (sans computers)
My pecan trees and my epic awesome back yard.
Move is completed, moving sucks, I feel SO HAPPY I never have to go through that shit again. I fucking love my house.
That is all.