On buying a home

Man, I was seriously drug free and high on life at my condo closing...signing, signing, signing, signing...laughing with all in the room...then I saw the full number. The number that tells you how much you will have paid if you pay off your loan according to your loan agreement. My eyes bugged out like Step 'n Fetch It and in my head I said, 'Dayuuuuuuuum' like Chris Tucker as Smokey in the original Friday film.  That number looks insane!!!! Like, how in the hell is it even possible! I can't imagine what that number looked like for all those folks who bought super expensive huge homes and are now in over their heads...

But after all the drama (even if stuff goes smooth like mine did for the longest, the drama WILL show up at some point) I am glad it is OVAH! IT'S MINE! MINE! MINE! There's a fitness center with one of everything and a pool and an enclosed dog park/run -- one of my faves -- ASSIGNED PARKING! YES!!! The decor is contemporary. And I am in the part of town Southern City likes to tout as reminiscent of Soho. Sigh. That is purely because many art galleries are in the area. Otherwise, that comparison is poor. But overall I've got a piece of something like living back in NY; except without the dirtiness, the intensity and awesomeness of the city. I can ride that out until grad school's done and I return there (Note: I WILL NOT return to NY to live "middle class" ever again. That ish is for the birds. It sucks to live there and have to -- gag -- budget. Never again! When I go back, I am going back with ends, as the hip hop heads used to say) or flee to my new fave place in the world after Capetown, Hawaii!!!

The building is super diverse. I've seen all kinds of folk: blacks, whites, Asians and everything in between; all ages too.

If I still lived in NYC I could never have bought anything. Well, yes, I could have, but I am not confident that I would have gotten as awesome a locale and as much space as I have now in Southern City. I could be wrong. Right as I was leaving the city for greener pastures my app for a new place up the street from where I was living in Harlem near the 3 was accepted. I was iffy on that spot though as the block was still hot and extra dirty looking and I am not a pioneer looking to blaze a neighborhood trail. I prefer to show up after white people gentrify the area first because that way by the time I get there there are at least a few amenities. Anyways, I'd applied on a whim just to see what was what.  

But is it wrong that even as I just did this that I now look forward to the day I buy an actual house with a big yard and patio. Now that can't happen in Manhattan, but I'm also open to a space with MY own roof garden in the West Village.

Yes, I know, dare to dream