My House

It's a very, very, very fine house ...

After only 38 years of shuffling around on this mortal coil, I have finally realized the American Dream and bought my own house. It took me three months of constant searching with my trusted agent and friend, Vince, to find my palace, but it was worth the search. It has four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a greatroom, livingroom, recreation room, sunroom, detached garage with work shop, and a full-size basketball court in the back yard. And it's located on a cul-de-sac. Although I was slightly terrified by the prospect of becoming an endentured servant for the next 30 years, I gladly left the hustle and bustle (and weirdo neighbors) of the city to move North to the suburbs, where I am now one of those poor fools I have been pitying during their rush-hour trek to work and back. I don't mind the commute much at all. When I arrive home at the end of a hard day's work, I have peace and quiet. It is MY HOUSE.

My House (from the front)

My House (from the back)