I met Jim at work. He's a friendly person--greets me with a sunny "good morn-ing!" at around nine am on the weekdays. He lives in Selma, about twenty minutes away with his partner, Eric, and a dog.
Jim's a music guy (he was a dj in Chicago), so he has one room filled with vinyl. I think his other home is the kitchen--he's been telling me about meals he's been planning for us for weeks. I have no fear of going hungry.
Eric has been working on the house. The next step is the floor, which I am going to be helping out with (I'm not sure what this entails at this point!).