Aside from starting sentences now with 'according to our realtor' and 'a 30 year fixed just makes more since than a 5/1 ARM because', I think the weirdest part of all of this was seeing the names Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac on the bottom of our loan application. Seriously? No one at Countrywide (which apparently is still allowed to do business) thought to white that one out? I have also begun to listen with rapt interest to Planet Money and the financial episodes on This American Life. I learned lots from this week's podcast about master's insurance, foreclosed condos, and not being lured in by stainless steel appliances. But they're so shiny!
I also still keep waiting for our realtor or mortgage lender or, frankly, my parents to finally call us up and say, 'listen, this has been fun and all, but you are a child. call us in twenty when you want to be a grown up and not play grown up.' I mean, my number one concern a couple nights ago was google mapping the nearest In-N-Out while watching gossip girl on cwtv.com. Would you give me a loan?
So now my new mission is to look responsible and worthy of homeownership when we fly out east this weekend to meet with the realtor. I have nightmares of me in my chucks and l.l.bean backpack smacking on gum while our realtor slowly drives away in his marquis and I'm asking the mister 'well where the fuck is he going, honey bunny? should we, you know, follow him?' damn my adorably young face (which the blood taker at Kaiser recently informed me is 'so small! so perfect for movies! big screen, small face.' I love her). I think the trick will be in the pants - I need slightly ill-fitting pants from the BR and a button-up shirt. And perhaps some sensible flats. Add in a pocket checkbook and we have reached adulthood!
