I guess I made a promise at just about the wrong time in my life. It seemed like such a simple thing and the perfect time to do it. I am motivated to write, to lay bare my soul before you day after day. And it was pretty easy to get started, the words, commas, periods and general dashes of brilliance were all brimming within, waiting to spill out through my fingertips onto this digital canvas.
Of course, I realize it was made easy because I started this journey while entering into the realm of vacation; I had the luxury of waking up after the sun, having a cup of coffee that had been prepared for me and sitting in 70 degree warmth next to a swimming pool, while staring at a mountainside as I tried to organize all that punctuation in my nugget.
Now, I sit in a building made of cynder blocks with a heater blasting as I try to fight the lasting effects of a cough (that fortunately) gets a little bit drier each day. Instead of waking to the smell of coffee and a gentle prod from the sunlight, a merciless clock screams out in the darkness each morning. I think it has artificial intelligence and knows which day is Monday and knows to "WAHH-WAHH-WAHH" a little louder. The lasting effects of this sickness I adopted from Lisa is leaving me ever so slightly drained. Not enough to be debilitating, just enough to make mornings and life a little more annoying than usual. Certain things I lift are just a little bit heavier, my breath seems to leave me just a little quicker when I have to exert myself and 230 in the afternoon is definitely nap time...problem is, I'm still at work at that point.
Ah well, it's not all bad. This bubonic plague didn't kill me, although it didn't make me stronger, so I don't subscribe to that old addage. Lisa and I are finally working through the (hopefully) last phases of purchasing a house. Being first time buyers I don't think either one of us can truly realize how special this whole process has been. From what I understand, most people shop nearly 100 homes and usually have at least a couple of deals fall apart before they get something close to what they want. This is what I've been told, but hasn't been our experience so far. After looking at no more than a dozen houses we fell in love with the single one we put an offer in on. Then, from what I'm told, the truly unique happened. Our offer was accepted over that of a cash offer.
Hmm, okay, doesn't mean much to me, but as I've been thoroughly lectured about the subject, this just doesn't happen in this day and age. If someone has the chance to "take the money and run" that's what they are "supposed" to do. Well, things are at a point where we still have a few weeks before we close, but thanks to our superagent and the support of our family, we are well on our way to owning our first home and it is quite exciting and humbling all the same.
Anyway, enough gobbledy goop for a day. Off to tackle this day and try to pretend something mesmerizing will happen so that I can write about that tomorrow or something. If not, I'll just share the fascinating world of quadratic functions.
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