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The Keys, Please

October 30, 2009
by thenestinggame

Last month, I signed my name on about 1,000 dotted lines and became the owner of my first home. The lovely gentleman who owned the house grew up there.

It's Official

He told me he and his sister used to roller skate in the basement, flinging themselves around the support poles for extra speed. I learned that his grandfather built the outdoor fireplace in the backyard out of granite from Stone Mountain. I learned that his mother was a fan of roosters, luckily, the decorative kind. I learned that, as a teen, he got all Greg Brady and left his bedroom on the main floor to carve out his own space in the unfinished basement. I’m envisioning bead curtains and lava lamps…

I told him to stop by if he’s ever in town. (He lives in Texas.) He told me he couldn’t wait to see what we do with the place. Me neither.

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  1. whislerpotpie permalink
    October 12, 2011 5:54 am


    • thenestinggame permalink*
      October 12, 2011 9:42 am

      Thanks, Erika! I was just updating this post from 2 years ago–the formatting was all off—and I guess it sent out an update! But it’s like reliving the dream all over again. :)

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