alone in a hotel in california

I've been looking for an outlet lately. Should I take a photography course? Write more? Buy a house so I have a place for my piano? At some point, instant gratification takes over and I need something here, NOW.
Like a blog.
So here goes - my outlet.

I turned 27 last week. Why do odd numbers always sound bigger?
I feel old.
To make matters worse, this week, I bought a house.
Actually, Keith bought a house - I was in California.
It was kind of nice, actually.
I wish I could make him a shirt that says, "My wife went to California and all I got was this AWESOME HOUSE!"
It's going to be a big year.
I hope to document it well. Maybe I'll even do it here.

Here is a picture of my biggest financial commitment ever...