It's enough to make your hair curl
Joe and I took the first-step towards home ownership Wednesday morning: we meet with our Realtor. After nearly seven years of apartment living, I'm sick and tired of sharing walls with other people and have been pining desperately (huh, apparently I've been spelling "desperately" wrong all these years; it's not quite the same as "separately") for some private outdoor space. I'm not a good gardener by any means; in fact, I'm about the plant world's equivalent of Dr. Kevorkian. But there is just something soothing to the soul to be able to get your hands into dirt and roots, and to sit in a garden on a humid summer morning with tea and a book.
Even when apartments have balconies or porches for potted plants, this just hasn't been enough for me. I need a bit more of nature without the entire world running past me. Joe says he's going to happy when we no longer have the complex children's path to the school bus stop going right past our bedroom window. (I rarely sleep past 7 am so they never wake me up).
Now is the annoying part: the wait. Because of our work schedules, we won't be able to actually start looking at properties until the middle of March at the earliest. Me? I want a house now!!
Oh well, our lease on the current apartment isn't over until the end of June anyway, so it isn't like we could move right now as it is.
And quite literally, Wednesday afternoon my hair curled. I put a perm in it. Yes I did. It isn't curly so much as wavy, and it follows the natural wave of my hair anyway. But! I can't wash it until Saturday. Which means that, with no less than three dance lessons between Wednesday and Saturday, by tomorrow my head is going to be a rat's nest of funktasticness...
Even when apartments have balconies or porches for potted plants, this just hasn't been enough for me. I need a bit more of nature without the entire world running past me. Joe says he's going to happy when we no longer have the complex children's path to the school bus stop going right past our bedroom window. (I rarely sleep past 7 am so they never wake me up).
Now is the annoying part: the wait. Because of our work schedules, we won't be able to actually start looking at properties until the middle of March at the earliest. Me? I want a house now!!
Oh well, our lease on the current apartment isn't over until the end of June anyway, so it isn't like we could move right now as it is.
And quite literally, Wednesday afternoon my hair curled. I put a perm in it. Yes I did. It isn't curly so much as wavy, and it follows the natural wave of my hair anyway. But! I can't wash it until Saturday. Which means that, with no less than three dance lessons between Wednesday and Saturday, by tomorrow my head is going to be a rat's nest of funktasticness...