When my first boyfriend, now four decades older and having taken a wildy different path through life, told me about a house for sale in the canyons where I grew up, I thought the thumbnail he emailed was a joke.  Like other times when "the right thing" has popped into my inbox at "the right time", this "handy man special" with a jaw dropping view was not only in my price range, but I could see where my great great grandparents had first settled in Oklahoma.  On my way to Guthrie for my darling niece's wedding that week anyway, why not go look?  Well, there are plenty of stories about temptation, about playing with fire, but this time, I knew it wasn't a negative.  The right house, or rather "project" (as it's far from finished) at the right time (between job assignments) and at the remarkably rare time and place for an in-person visit all collided to make me a home-owner.  Yep, it's true.  I bought a house in Oklahoma.