...settling down...
Hard to imagine that after the age of 18 and up to a little more than merely two years ago, I had no ambition to ever be anything more than a jaded solitary underacheiver that would more than likely end up testing gravity from a tall building before hitting 33.
Then I done gone an' fell for one more gal.
Now I'm married with child, working solid 40 hour weeks, and.........
We're buying a freekin house.
That's right folkies, we're livin the American Dream...buying a house. buying. a. house. A REAL one. With floors and a ceiling and stairs and a basement and oxygen and everything else that real houses have. Granted, it's no mansion, but it's just big enough for us...and it even comes with a yard....with real trees and very nice shrubbery.
In process. Papers have been signed. Deposit has been deposited. Offer has been accepted. Barring any major catastrophics during inspection, we'll be living in said house in about a month from now.
So, it's almost comical how utterly NOT WHAT I'D EVER IMAGINED my life would be like at this point. Surreal, yet oddly tangible. Sometimes when I'm at work at 3am, I go off into space-out world and wonder what my life would be like now had Anne Marie not come along. Dreary at best. I'm sure I'd have certainly been toying with the pros and cons of taking up life as a serial killer.... well, I still do on occasion but I don't have the time or patience for that sort of thing now.
but anyway......
yep. Me, a home-owner. ...ahhh silly little old old old joke comes to mind.... Never woulda thought.....
But yeah, I'm gonna paint the ceiling in the basement black. heck.
Then I done gone an' fell for one more gal.
Now I'm married with child, working solid 40 hour weeks, and.........
We're buying a freekin house.
That's right folkies, we're livin the American Dream...buying a house. buying. a. house. A REAL one. With floors and a ceiling and stairs and a basement and oxygen and everything else that real houses have. Granted, it's no mansion, but it's just big enough for us...and it even comes with a yard....with real trees and very nice shrubbery.
In process. Papers have been signed. Deposit has been deposited. Offer has been accepted. Barring any major catastrophics during inspection, we'll be living in said house in about a month from now.
So, it's almost comical how utterly NOT WHAT I'D EVER IMAGINED my life would be like at this point. Surreal, yet oddly tangible. Sometimes when I'm at work at 3am, I go off into space-out world and wonder what my life would be like now had Anne Marie not come along. Dreary at best. I'm sure I'd have certainly been toying with the pros and cons of taking up life as a serial killer.... well, I still do on occasion but I don't have the time or patience for that sort of thing now.
but anyway......
yep. Me, a home-owner. ...ahhh silly little old old old joke comes to mind.... Never woulda thought.....
But yeah, I'm gonna paint the ceiling in the basement black. heck.