“You know it’s a good photo shoot when the cops show up…”

Those were the fabled words after Saturday evening’s mini-shoot with Heather and Jordan. Turns out that 3 people standing around with umbrellas and stuff look suspicious enough to warrant the cops stop by to check it out.

Actually, someone called 911, the cops showed, and I had a conversation with a very nice public servant.

We were doing nothing wrong, not trespassing, and when I asked if we needed to leave, he sort-of shrugged his shoulders and indicated that he did not care.

All in a days work, I say.

Okay, so up until this moment, the whole concept of buying a house was somewhat nebulous and abstract.

You’ve spoken with Realtors, you’ve spoken with mortgage brokers, you might even be pre-qualified for a certain amount.

You’re going out with your realtor, looking at houses. This one might be good… that one’s bad… the next one’s o-kay. Your brain is in visual and informational overload, you can’t put which kitchen with what address, and which house was it that had the big garden tub again?

At this point, things are still somewhat fluffy… Sure, you’re actually looking at houses, and there’s something tangible…

That all changes when you’re sitting in your realtor’s office signing the bid offer paperwork. You’re actually writing checks, spending money, and putting ink on paper.

Now take a moment to FREAK OUT.

Yep – that’s what I did. It’s a big thing, you’re spending “adult money,” you’re making decisions that might affect you for several years.

So yeah, we’ll see how things go. It’s a nice house, a huge yard (as houses in the city go) and I imagine it’ll attract quite some interest.

(Update: It did. My Realtor just called to tell me that several bids have been placed on the house. I’m not going to up my bid. If I’m supposed to have the house, I’ll get it. If not, there’s always another one.)