Changes they are a-comin'
The wind was blowing out the the north earlier today. And as I was running errands, I caught myself thinking, This is one of the last times I'll be doing this. And this. And this.
Changes. What a year it's been.
Took a lover, then found out he was married. So poof. No more lover. (Mind you, I'm not sure he's used to the idea yet.)
Work--starting working two sites--a commute that is just over 100 miles per day doubles on Fridays, when I drive to the other site. Makes for a long, long day. But I love what I do.
The girls--both college graduates. Both employable. Both looking ahead to more college--Shellie's looking at the University of Washington, and Liza's been accepted to Washington State. Both have more of a clue about life and their place in it--and a plan. They are far more intelligent at this point in their lives than I was at that age.
Decided this year that, if I wanted to buy a house, this would be the time--because I didn't want to pay for a house in my (long-deferred) retirement. So I finally got busy after the holidays.
And voila! Just this past week, on Monday, I saw something and decided to try for it after 15 minutes of looking, stayed up all night pulling a bid together. Wednesday, found out I was involved in a bidding war, wrote a letter to the Sellers about myself and why I liked their house, and Thursday, discovered that I had won.
There is a fundamental satisfaction about finding that house. It's small--smallest of all the places I've lived in since moving to Washington. But I don't need much, and I am finding the idea of a place of my own, somewhere where I can nest and settle and be still to be satiating.
At long last, a place to be mine, to leave my mark and stamp, to claim and make ultimately and uniquely mine. At last.
Mind you, the money thing makes me nervous as hell. But the realtor and the mortgage broker were understanding and helpful and full of suggestions.
So I shall move in two months time, for the last time. And nestle, at long last, at home.
Changes. What a year it's been.
Took a lover, then found out he was married. So poof. No more lover. (Mind you, I'm not sure he's used to the idea yet.)
Work--starting working two sites--a commute that is just over 100 miles per day doubles on Fridays, when I drive to the other site. Makes for a long, long day. But I love what I do.
The girls--both college graduates. Both employable. Both looking ahead to more college--Shellie's looking at the University of Washington, and Liza's been accepted to Washington State. Both have more of a clue about life and their place in it--and a plan. They are far more intelligent at this point in their lives than I was at that age.
Decided this year that, if I wanted to buy a house, this would be the time--because I didn't want to pay for a house in my (long-deferred) retirement. So I finally got busy after the holidays.
And voila! Just this past week, on Monday, I saw something and decided to try for it after 15 minutes of looking, stayed up all night pulling a bid together. Wednesday, found out I was involved in a bidding war, wrote a letter to the Sellers about myself and why I liked their house, and Thursday, discovered that I had won.
There is a fundamental satisfaction about finding that house. It's small--smallest of all the places I've lived in since moving to Washington. But I don't need much, and I am finding the idea of a place of my own, somewhere where I can nest and settle and be still to be satiating.
At long last, a place to be mine, to leave my mark and stamp, to claim and make ultimately and uniquely mine. At last.
Mind you, the money thing makes me nervous as hell. But the realtor and the mortgage broker were understanding and helpful and full of suggestions.
So I shall move in two months time, for the last time. And nestle, at long last, at home.