Canta, no llores
12:06 p.m. on 2004-11-18
Buying a house is a freak-your-shit-out kind of transaction. Loads of debt are dump-trucked into your life and poured upon your head. If there is anything that crushes your soul into a little adult box more than parenthood, it must be home ownership. That being said, I think we're going to be okay. Our mortgage payments aren't going to be much more than our rent payments were, and Bill is making more than he started out making at his bakery job, although we didn't have the Gaboo at that point, and I was still working for money. But, there is a saying that I learned in Nicaragua: Nadie se muere de hambre. No one dies of hunger. Which I guess means, people usually die of malaria or something they caught because their immunity was sapped by malnutrition. Either that, or soldiers secretly in the pay of the United States come into your hut and shoot you in the dead of night, and so you die that way. Maybe that saying isn't so applicable here.
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