CHEERS !

Closing day arrived and went off with out a hitch.  Wallace and I now own the house on Hawthorne Avenue. Picking up Stuffy’s sandwiches and driving together to picnic on the front porch was a unique Friday treat. For a portion of the 10 minute drive, a maroon Ford Explorer was in front of us. The license plate read CHRLIE. An odd coincidence?

Getting into the house with the key but freezing up the deadbolt in the locked position, then using the toilet and having to flush with 3 gallons of distilled water made me think, “What have we done?!”

We find champagne and a note in the leaky refrigerator, the seller's realtor and a Northside neighbor arrives to give us a book in which this house is pictured, and a walk around the yard together soon dismiss the whispers of doubt.  "This is right."

Friends and new neighbors arrive a few hours later surprising Wallace and congratulating the two of us on our new purchase.  This is both welcoming and confirming, “We are home.”