We have a house, but I’d rather not show a picture of it.
The couple we bought it from was moving to a retirement home in FL, so they left us all sorts of stuff. Lawnmowers, appliances, furniture; It’s great since we’re just starting out.
Everyone that’s seen the house for paperwork purposes has told us what a great deal we got on the house/land. His mom and sister think it’s awful, but they are not living here, so we don’t care.
It was funny when we were looking for a house, there was a lot of “so, are you two married/engaged/etc?” “no, we’re not…” “oh.” “yeah, we’re doing it backwards, a place to live is more useful than a shiny bauble…” “oh.”.
When I went to look into loans, they would ask, and even after I’d clarified and stated we weren’t at that point yet, they would still slip and call him my fiance/husband. “Husband” always made me snicker like a 4th grader.
When I went to look into insurance, they would ask, and after I said no, we weren’t, they would go on about how “when you get that BIIIIG rock, you’re going to want to make sure you schedule it, so it’s properly covered…”
In the end, I still have no BEEG rock, no fiance, and no husband, but we have an awesome house. With jerk-deer that break my birdfeeders.