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our house We closed without incident on Tuesday at noon at the lawyer's office in Providence. Somehow we refrained from tearing out of there the moment the keys hit our grubby little hands and driving straight to the house to jump around like the irresponsible homeowners we inexplicably now are.

Instead we went to the mall in Providence to buy sheets for the aerobed so we could spend the night in The House. That didn't exactly work out due to our sudden need to have a coupon, gift card or some form of discount before buying anything. Signing 30 years of your life away to the bank will do that, I suppose. We bagged the mall and made a quick lunch stop at Original NY System Hot Weiners for some totally weird but oddly satisfying hot dogs and, as befitting our new status as RI home owners, coffee milk (which is very delicious, trust me).

We actually made even more stops for various Immediate Needs (trash bags, a lamp, the sheets, toilet paper) and finally pulled into our driveway close to 5pm by which time it was pitch black. I won't lie, this delicate city girl was a little spooked by being in what felt like the middle of nowhere in the dark. The house is right off the main road but this time of year and that time of night there isn't a lot of traffic or signs of life anywhere. It's nice actually, it's what we wanted, but it will take some getting used to. Also, I'm really just a big baby anyway.

We unloaded the car (which, by the way, held multitudes; surely the clown car was invented by a German engineer) and walked around in a "we bought a house?/!/?/!" haze for a while before setting out to pick up the pizza for our Dinner of Cliche. I knew the pizza would suck as all pizza in RI does (I'm sorry, Rhody, but it's true. You are really good at other things though so there is no shame.) but it really went the extra mile to reach inedible.

But we still had the cookies we'd made back in Brooklyn and champagne left over from our wedding that we brought over from Aunt T's house where it's lived for a year. We settled in the bedroom with our snacks, tried to get comfortable even though we'd forgotten to get any chairs (damn!) and watched a movie and an episode of House on Chris's laptop in the dark, just like generations of Rhode Island settlers before us. Although Roger Williams was probably more of a Dancing with the Stars kinda guy.
Posted by beth at November 25, 2009 10:35 PM