When Johnny bought a house and invited his girlfriend Stephanie to live in it, he thought it would be all fun and games. They were both sure that the grass was far greener on the other side of the fence- after all, there would be no chain-smoking, loud-music-playing, potentially criminal neighbors, large-scale projects like building guitar amps that can't fit in the car could be had, and Stephanie's cats could roam free (and Johnny could build a cat tracker for them).
Then Stephanie put a hole in the ceiling, the pool turned green, the yard grew a foot in a week, and the pantry sprung a leak. It seemed the grass was somewhat browner than originally expected.
This blog tracks the tragedies and triumphs of a couple of new-ish home owners pursuing their dreams that are frequently obstructed by reality.
