So there's this spider...

[chrestomanci]

...who keeps building huge spiderwebs between the hedge in my front yard and my car. I've knocked down a couple of them, once by walking into it while taking out the trash, and once because I, you know, had to use my car. I thought the last spiderweb had been destroyed, as he built it basically on top of my car, and I drove away, thinking he

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[chrestomanci]

Last time I was in Beaumont, I went to visit my grandmother. She doesn't get many visitors these days, and she was surprised (and happy) to see me. I told her about considering buying a house, and not being happy with my job, and she said "honey, don't buy a house until you're where you want to be." That really stopped me in my tracks, as I know I'm not.

The spider could be some sort of interpretive sign from a higher power, but I'll believe experience before I'll believe in that. It's just not time yet, even if the housing market is at an all-time buyer premium.

I'm not ready.

I think I'm just panicking about the whole "30 in 3 months" thing. November 22nd comes around, I hit that age bracket where you're "supposed to be" settled, mature, one with zen or some other new age hippie crap. Maybe I'm just not yet. My mom didn't have me until she was 31; fruit flies whose parents had to wait to procreate matured later and lived longer. I'm not saying I'm gonna live to 104, I'm just saying maybe I'm not quite ripe for the house orchard.

And now I'm not making any metaphorical sense. Point being: thanks for your input, and you're right. It's not time yet.