Our Most Expensive Mistake

Newsletter 2019-12-08

My wife and I are considering what could be the most expensive mistake of our lives. No, I’m not talking about having kids. We already made that blunder times four. Instead, this is a new and different kind of error: We found a house. Not that that’s hard. In a city, you can point in pretty much any direction and discover a dwelling of some kind. But this is a house we might actually buy, despite already having a perfectly good one. It all depends on an email I’m supposed to get in the next day or two. As is so often the case, we’ll all likely be better off if our dreams are crushed.

We weren’t looking for houses. In fact, Lola and I were quite determined to die in the one we have now. Not that we plan on dying any time soon (although with Waffle around, that’s always possible), but moving wasn’t on our radar. A year into our marriage, Lola and I began looking for a starter home. Instead, we bought a big Victorian house for just the two of us because, if there’s one thing we’re good at…