We Bought A House
So we bought a house this week. When I tell people that, they get all excited and congratulate me and ask me about the neighbourhood and what the house is like and all of that. You know, the regular stuff people say to someone who just bought a house. It’s usually at that point in the conversation that I feel the need to clarify the story, just a bit. When I say “we bought a house”, I mean, my wife Sarah and I bought a house. Along with our three kids. And my Mom. And my Dad. And my Sister. And my Brother-in-Law. And my Brother will live there too, when he’s home from school. Oh, and Sarah and I are in the process of adopting a fourth child. So yup, “we” bought a house. Together. And we’re all going to live in the house. Together. People usually aren’t real sure how to process this information. I tend to hear a lot of variations on, “That’s so brave of you!” and “I’m glad it’s you, not me!”. Some pe