Gina
I became a homeowner at 3:17 on Friday afternoon.
At 3:19, I started wondering if I had made a terrible mistake.
“This is a lot of house.”
Zander stopped beside me in the empty family room. “You liked it four days ago.”
“I still like it.”
“You just said it was a mistake.”
“I said maybe it was a mistake.”
“That’s very different.”
“It is.”
He stared at me.
I stared back.
Then Lilo came tearing across the hardwood floor, slid sideways because her little legs couldn’t stop fast enough, crashed gently into the wall, and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
I pointed at her. “She’s overwhelmed too.”
“She has been running in circles for twenty minutes.”
“Exactly.”
Zander laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist.
The house smelled like fresh paint and whatever cleanin
