The Realest of Real Estate

I'm sure a few of you know this already, but I'm now under contract on a house here in Fort Collins. It's been an interesting few months of house-hunting, but after one pair of douchebag sellers, several missed opportunities, and many, many visits to overpriced, sub-par houses, it seems we've finally found the one. This is pretty much solely to my awesome realtor, Jill, who found this house the day before it was listed so we could sneak in.

Though it's far from over, and even a little uncertain at this point (inspection dependent), I've really enjoyed the process so far. Sure, I've seen a lot of real estate deals - my dad used to flip houses pretty routinely and make good money doing it. That doesn't mean I knew shit about shit, or even currently do, but the amount I've learned is not insubstantial. The vast majority of that credit belongs to my dad, who accompanied me to several houses and pointed out all the little things that I may have foolishly missed.

In other news, I think something terrible has happened to my brain. For the past couple days, I've been coming home, maybe cracking a beer, and willingly doing homework for several hours. And enjoying it. To those of you who know me, yes, you should be worried. I don't know what the fuck is going on either, but I personally blame the Army for twisting my mind into some sort of self-motivated (or monetarily motivated) academic creature. The horror.

My fellow adult beverage enthusiasts will be intrigued to know that my dad and I are building a bar-style (remote keg) draft beer system at the mountain house. It's actually been quite simple; most of the equipment has been acquired through Amazon Prime... you know you're lazy when you refuse to vacate the couch in order to have cold beer on tap. Anyway, I might consider posting a step-by-step instruction (if there's a demand) for those of you who would consider such a DIY task too daunting to tackle. Of course, the system won't be going in until next weekend, as I absolutely must watch Peyton Manning and the Broncos do their thing in Jersey this Sunday and the ranch does not have any of that new-fangled television stuff.

Go Broncos!