Day 225: Sunset
[Project 365]
From the local cultural staple known as Jerry’s Sno Cones (I’ve searched and searched for the Great Balls of Fire clip that features Jerry’s to no avail). After suffering the crushing ego blow one feels when one’s car’s front undercarriage scrapes the curb in front of a tittering crowd, AY-D and I sheepishly ordered a Rainbow Supreme and a White Wedding Surpreme, respectively. We immediately launched into brain-freeze mode and lodged our tongues in the…
Fun fact: Midtown Memphis is the only area in West Tennessee in which you cannot pull housing comps based on Zip code alone. What that means, essentially, is that finding a house in Midtown Memphis and settling on a fair price for it is a huge pain in the ass. I am learning more about real estate than I ever cared to know. I don’t want to write a whole lot about it because so…
I’m lucky they’re patient and know stuff about … stuff. [Project 365]
I haven’t written a lot about the house hunt because I am exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, existentially, laterally, longitudinally, grammatically. But the hunt, it rages on. It has gotten very serious. I have spent many many hours online and on the phone and in stranger’s houses, writing down numbers and percentages and trying to make my brain understand things like closing costs and PMI and taxes and pre-paids. It’s not all about touring houses…
Happy Friday, world. God bless the Twittertubes.
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