Playing house in not like playing doctor. Unless you’re talking about the show, House, in which case it all gets quite confusing.
Bryan and I are on the house hunt these days. Mostly it involves me finding listings that are interesting, sending them to him, and then we talk endlessly about them. Today it involved actually driving out to see a particular place–going so far as to have the realtor come out and let us in to see it. Apparently I’m suddenly an adult. We’re now talking about neighborhoods and walking distance to shopping, our lack of caring about school districts, and how many renters vs. owners live in neighborhoods.
It’s occured to me recently (i.e. since I’ve turned the ripe old age of 30) that I’m suddenly grown up. Suddenly! OMG just now! First it was at Radena’s birthday dinner where I’m sitting in a nice restaurant with two friends I’ve known for a dozen years and all of our significant others. We’re drinking a nice bottle of wine, chatting about cars and jobs and property taxes if you move out of state but have two residences…when BAM! Grown up. I guess I should’ve seen it coming.
