Debt Free in 2035

I've been many things in life (student, french-fry vat attendant, front desk clerk, European playboy, Communist sympathizer, phlebotomist, lucky-in-love, astoundingly unlucky-in-love, undisputed world video racing game champion, arrested, etc.) but, until now, I have never been a homeowner. Come August 1st, that all changes.
I have purchased a home. Actually, purchased probably isn't the right word. I have somehow convinced a bank to lend me a stupid amount of money so I can have someplace to live. I'm currently living in two extremes of emotion, from euphoria to nausea and back again. I'm euphoric because I don't have to throw away money on rent, I'll be closer to work, and its a really cool place. Nauseous because of the aforementioned stupid amount of money and because I'll soon sign a thirty year mortgage to get it.
Thirty years. Most of my dating adventures don't last for more than a few months. I'm hesitant about signing a 12 month lease. The three year employment contract I signed a year and a half ago seemed monumental at the time. Thirty years. Paid off in 2035. I'm not sure Dave Ramsey would approve.
But for now euphoria reigns. I drive by it so much I suspect the neighbors think I'm stalking them. I'm mentally decorating the rooms. I'm thinking about getting a dog. I can't wait.

ps. Just wanted to say thanks for all the kind words and encouragement I got via the comments, e-mail and even over the phone for my last post. That post was one of a few I have sitting around in my draft folder just waiting for the day I'm brave (or stupid) enough to publish it. Its nice to know people other than myself actually read this thing. Thanks again.