I should be a spokesperson.

Today marks the fourth anniversary of my house-buying. December 30, 2002. I went to the closing with my real estate agent. I signed a gazillion papers. The seller's real estate agent was dressed like a slut, and the lady in charge of the closing had her dogs in the office that day, so they were running in and out of the room. It was a bizarre experience.

I take my house for granted most of the time, especially when it costs money, or when, like recently, things go wrong. Like my shower water pressure has suddenly seriously decreased, and I can find no explanation. Annoying.

But . . . now I own a house. And it's pretty amazing. It's also amazing how many people I know, who are my age or younger, also own houses. Because Central PA is THE place for cheap housing. Move here! Buy houses! It's awesome!