I signed my final escrow paperwork this morning, and cut the check for the remainder of the escrow amount. After work, I went by my house and walked around. Somehow it felt different. More mine. Funny how signing a piece of paper can make such a big deal -- I've had the house key for a couple weeks now, so the traditional symbolic element just wasn't there.
I even made a phone call from it just to document the fact that it was mine. Unfortunately my sister didn't answer.
I'm still trying to figure out where everything is going to go, since my new bedroom is about half the size of the one I'm in now. I think that means all of my stuff needs to get smaller. Fortunately there are power tools to deal with that.