The excitement is waning. I forget I am buying a home. Except for at two a.m. when the assholes in my apartment building are screaming, shrieking, clomping up the tile stairs in hooker heels, coming home wasted and playing loud music. Only then am I truly excited again about the thought of someday closing on this house. Also, I am then reminded I am old and very adult-like.
- Chronicling the renovation of a rather large, rather old, two-family home in Boston.