Where are we going to live.

We've wondered that ourselves since July.

 Shannon? Eggville? Pontotoc? Georgia?... 

Who are you going to ask for advice? Everyone that lives anywhere is bias to that place, obviously. 

So we got a real estate agent. 

Pat Pat has been with us since October. I swear we've looked at 75 houses with her. Some of the same ones about 4 times a piece. Okay, okay, exaggeration, but it sure feels like it. 

Old. New. 

Good. Bad. 

Really good. Really bad.

She's humored us with measuring master bedrooms for imaginary furniture, confirming the presence of decent crown molding in living rooms, measuring slants in concrete floors, and of course, what all good real estate agents do, defend us from big scary dogs in strange yards. 

Pat Pat knows that I like white kitchen cabinets and that Jeremy likes wooden kitchen cabinets, but has good things to say about both. She knows that I like "cozy" houses, and she knows that Jeremy thinks "cozy" is a girl word for a lot of home decor with very little testosterone in a very small space. Most of all, Pat Pat knows that no matter how intense Jeremy and my squabbles get over trivial matters such as these, that we don't mean much by it. She knows that when it comes right down to it, Jeremy will let me have my Better-Homes-and-Gardens way nine out of ten times. What I'm trying to say is that us and Pat are tight. We've been through thick and thin. 

Sun and snow.

Mud and rock.

Finally, right after the new year, Jeremy and I decided to build a house. 

The lucky place is Stonehenge subdivision in Mooreville. We'll be about 15 minutes from his parents. 20 minutes from mine. No more than 15 from each of our siblings. But best of all it's only 4 minutes from Comer's world famous salad bar. That's what really sold us. 

Lot 39.

There's not much there right now except for a bunch of mud and construction workers. With our fingers crossed and both set of parents in deep prayer, we're hoping it's up and ready by June 23rd. Pat Pat says she thinks it will be. 

We initialed the last bit of paperwork today, saying that we have every intention of having them build our first home. If you want to say a little prayer for us, pray that it's finished by the wedding. Or... we may be staying in the 78 Motel for a while.

We go Monday to pick out all of the details. 

Floor coverings.

Wall colors.

Brick color.

Jeremy and I have trouble sharing a Subway sandwich because of our clashing opinions.

Oh boy!

More stories and pictures to come.