Home Sweet Home

Half way through our home inspection a few months ago Bret and I realized we have absolutely no clue what we are doing when it comes to home ownership. Don't get me wrong, we knew that when we bought the house, but we just didn't realize quite how ignorant we really were. 

Oh so that is what a hot water heater looks like, okay, and what does that do again? It heats water. That makes sense. What's the supers number in case something breaks? Oh, right, there isn't a super — we are the super. Could you spell r-a-d-o-n for me? What the heck is that? Sounds like something you hear of in a superhero movie.

Sure, we are smart people, but living in Manhattan our entire adult lives has left us less than equipped to deal with the joys of owning a home. We don't own any shovels or rakes or even a power drill. But we do have quite an eclectic collection of pizza takeout menus from the east side of Manhattan. That probably won't come in handy when our plumbing backs up. 

What we realized from buying a house and having a baby at the same time is that for some reason home ownership seems a hell of a lot scarier than having a little one. Sure, we are responsible for her growth and development and ensuring she becomes a responsible, productive member of society, but wait a minute — the sump pump in the basement isn't up to code, DISASTER! What are we going to do?!!

I think it just proves one thing: we really are ready to be parents. And don't get me wrong. I don't kid myself. I know we really have no clue what we are getting ourselves into here. But we are ready to be unprepared, ready to know that we have no clue what the next day will bring. We are ready for the adventure. Home ownership, I'm not so sure about. The other day Bret pulled a level out of our toolbox and asked me what it is. Hopefully we'll grow into it. 

At least we managed to get BGS's crib together.