Most ladies would be hopping excited at the prospect of buying a home. Me? I’m nauseous with worry. It’s a lot of money to shell out. Tonight we had in our possession a cashier’s check for a huge chunk of cash. And then…we turned it over. “There goes a few Disney vacations!” said Thor.
We’re doing it well within our means though. Hypothetically, let’s say Thor and I were preapproved for a $5.00 mortgage. We’re buying a house for less than $2.50. that’s how we’ve matured. Not long ago, we would have shopped for a house that cost the whole preapproval amount.
Our move-in date is May 7th, so we’ll have the entire summer in our yard. I’m picturing balmy weekend nights, sitting on the back patio with an aluminum washtub full of ice and sodas and strawberry daquiri wine coolers. Stars twinkling overhead. Max mauling squirrels. It’ll be divine. 🙂
You may have noticed that I don’t talk about the job anymore. Work is going well, and that’s about all I’m allowed to say about it. I’m growing a skosh more confident about it every day, but I knew I would. I’m even starting to manage getting out before 6pm.
You know, I was depressed when I turned 30. But so much has happened in the last few months. New job, new house, new hair, new glasses, rising star, new confidence. I’m a woman now, not a girl. (Hate Britney for making a song from that concept. I prefer Gary Puckett and the Union Gap’s “This Girl is a Woman Now.”)
In short: House progressing. Work progressing. Kim tired.
