In the past week and a half I've very bizarrely found myself in the position of a first time prospective home buyer. My arbitrarily/incredibly generous and supportive parents have suggested that now that it's time for me to move out of the camping trailer, it's better that I don't go back to paying rent. Sometimes I think I either am a rich spoiled brat or it's a miracle that I'm not. Also, this sort of behavior from my folks is part of what often makes my life so incredibly surreal. I am not complaining.
Anyway, the short story is, I have offers in on two places. Either one would be fine, and each has a complicated process going on such that I won't hear back for days or weeks.
I daydream of fruit trees and vegetable gardens. The public room shall be the library. . . the kitchen shall have running water. . . I will own a hot water heater, my own hot water heater, and my bedroom will have a barre (not bar, barre.).
And any of ya'll people who've been invited to visit me from far and wide can sleep on my couch. :)
I am satisfied. Lying. Thrilled.
I'm thrilled. :)
3 comments:
On *your* couch? Wow! What an honor!
Yes, dear. On my couch, not on the couch of a friend or sister where one is likely, due to the nefling population, to engage in little sleep. :)
Wow. And I thought I was moving up in the world by purchasing a car.
Good luck to you in this endeavor.
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