Friday, December 18, 2009


We're buying a house in Pittsburgh. I cannot decide if, long term, this makes me happy or excited or what.

I know it's the most adult thing I've ever done (other than that movie I was in that's now all over the internet. Just google "cable guy," and "karl hungus." You can't miss me.), and that includes fathering a child. This is all documents and numbers and investments and steel flashings and junction boxes and sconces. So if I wasn't bald already, I'd be losing my hair.

And that's on top of the fact that we're taking a seriously permanent step. In Pittsburgh.

Now, I love being able to afford a house, and daycare, and student loan debt. And Child loves his grandparents, and all the kids he gets to beat up at school. And Wife loves her best friend.

But I just bought a house in a city in which I have no real friends, and has a subpar music scene, and the only book store within walking distance is closing in three weeks, and whose communal commitment to education is, shall we say, somewhat less than I'd prefer.

A house means we're here at least another 5 years. 5! Years! That's a long time to have to call someone about great Community lines instead of relating them in person, or having just one person who likes to drink beer and ogle college chicks like a dirty old man (and no, my father-in-law doesn't like to drink beer). So as much as being an adult is cool and all, and now I get to play music however loudly I want to, I'm still not sold on this whole Pittsburgh thing.

Also, whine whine whine, blah blah blah. I bet this was a hoot and a half to read. Well Merry Hanukah to you too.


Rambling Man said...

There is always sunny warm ... okay hot ... but no snow Florida ...

The Kinney said...

five years is just about long enough for the Bears to be good again - then you'll be ready to move!