So did I tell you sister #2 is buying a house? Yeah. She wants to buy a house in the same teeny, tiny town where sister #3 owns her house. A house, it sounds so damn grown up. I dream of owning a house . . . someday. But right now the thought terrifies me. I have this issue with commitment. Getting a couch sent me into a psychotic spiral of tied-downedness. I cannot even imagine the anxiety that would come with owning a house. Of course, my family does not understand this. The pressure to buy a “cute little two-bedroom townhouse, someplace where they’ll take care of the lawn for you and plow the driveway” is increasing. How can people who’ve known me their whole, entire life so totally and utterly not get it? Sometimes I get so tired of rebelling.