I guess there were other people looking at it the day before, but had not done anything about it. We were scared and wanted to get to the house pronto. It takes about one hour to get to Ashtabula from Cleveland or eight hours if Marty's driving. We met the real estate lady at the house and when she opened the door I was in love. It was so fun to run around the old place. It even had a back staircase. It had six bedrooms and more rooms downstairs in the other side of the house. We flew around the house for awhile and decided to buy it. We drove quickly to the real estate office and bought the thing. On the way, home we questioned each other on what we had just done. Where were the parents in this equation? Where were the adults? The people to say, "No, don't do it" or "Have it appraised first?" Nope, none of that. We simply bought it. On the way home, we kept saying "Did we just buy a house? Like, why did we just buy a house?"...next installment tomorrow.