Today I helped my baby sister, Deborah, move into her new place. It was your typical moving day–uneventful. Let me just describe the new hotness of a house she’s moving in to.

It’s on a hill, overlooking much of the East Bay. About an acre of land. There is a nice chicken wired-in garden area, a greenhouse replete with irrigation and timer. There is a waterfall in the back yard. It’s perfect for the dogs.

The house proper is one story, and it is simply awesome. There are four bedrooms, an office, a laundry room, a huge studio off to the side, living room with fireplace, HUGE dining room, full kitchen. Hardwood floors everywhere. Vaulted ceilings, stained pine beams. Wood wood and wood. Walk in the front door, and you have a long, clear, unobstructed view to the back of the house. Built-ins everywhere. Beautiful cabinitry. Modern appliances. Lots of windows, and lots of wonderful natural light. Older house, 1960s style. It’s awesome.

She’s going to live there with 3 of her good friends. They all get along, same age, like to party and have fun. One roommate will make full use of the of the greenhouse *winkwinknudgenudge*. The other male roommate likes to brew beer–he has some serious equipment. I’m talking 50 something gallon stainless steel baddass stuff.

They are musicians and actresses and pet owners and single and fun lovers and I could go on and on. What a party pad that’s going to be! I am sooooooo jealous, and sooo very happy for her. It’s a complete 180 compared to her old living situation.

Yay Deborah!