So it isn’t really my house, but it is the first house I’m responsible for with friends. We moved off campus yesterday and into a 5 person house. It’s really cool to be the last one awake in the house and to make the rounds, checking the doors, and turning off the lights. I’m sure my tale will be quite different once I have been doing it for a few weeks but for now the novelty has not worn off.
Just my mundane patting of myself on the back. I’m out of the dorm and into a house, I’m all growed up.
Congratulations, ronincyberpunk. (Incidentally, I always read your name as “Roincy-Boincy Punk”. I don’t know why.)
I remember my first apartment. (Well, the only place I had after moving from home; aside from my present digs.) I had a 9" B&W TV and a tall director’s chair. It felt great to sit there in the big empty room and look out the windows.
I’m in my first house now. I mowed the back lawn yesterday. (I started last week, but I seem to have killed the mower on a stump. I bought a new one.) Ihave a pile of branches I cut a month ago that are finally dry enough to burn in the “fire pit” (actually a burned spot in the lawn with a vanishing ring of small rocks and bricks around it).
Ah, the college house. What memories. Two friends & I had a house in Austin within walking distance of campus. Og, we threw some major parties.
Enjoy your house, and your youth.
Thanks, it’s been an adventure so far.
Today our doorbell began to go a little nuts, it goes off randomly. This did little to calm us after receiving a kitchen set with 16 knives and a cleaver. We’re hoping we are not renting a haunted house. 
Though I should also note that for our first cooked dinner I planned chicken, mac & cheese and green beans but forgot to thaw the chicken earlier so we’ll just have to wait and see how it goes. I’ve got the chicken thawing now so it should be all good.
Oh man, nothing like biting into chicken that looks done on the outside, but still ice cold and juicy inside. :eek: