I bought a house, yawn. It's all I talk about now. I talk about the housing market (the unit next door sold for $7 grand more than what I paid and I'd say it's comparable to mine), renovations I'd like to make (I want a washer/dryer in unit) and about things I'd like to buy for my house (I finally got that lemon rug I really wanted). 

While my house was one of the most exciting purchases I've ever made, it also feels like an anchor that I just tied to my leg and jumped off a boat. Not in the perspective of drowning, but in the what if another boat comes by? I'm now stuck here. But I'm also not really stuck because I love Richmond. I want to be here. But sometimes it still feels like a commitment that is a little too permanent for comfort.