Obsession
My deepest and sincerest apologies. I know that the world stopped when I let my blog lag. I promise, I promise the sun shall shine again. (Yes, that is sarcasm you detect).
Here is my list of excuses:
1. I was trying my darndest to not fail Complex Health Problems this trimester. You will all be delighted to know, I'm sure, that I did NOT fail that dad-blasted soul-injuring class.
2. I am homeless. Well, kinda homeless. I moved out of the house at Mimosa Lane. The majority of my possessions, and myself for the next two weeks, are in Asheville. I must take this time to say thank you to my dear fiancee for being so obliging as I took over, cluttered up, and girlified (to a small degree), his apartment.
3. I pressed felony charges. My landlord, whom shall remain slightly nameless but may be a dentist who is on the board of directors at a local college, is a creep. My former roommates and I have caught him in our backyard late at night several times. I personally caught him looking in my window late one night while I was naked and bent over to blow dry my hair. Sleeze. What happened after that? He got away with it.
4. I have been without internet at home for a month. Yeah for cutting the bills.
So. What is the obsession all about you ask?
Real estate. I want a home. I want a home so badly I would just about sell my soul to have one. I want a place I can garden, paint, decorate, live in, and have ownership of. I check zillow.com on a daily basis, even though we won't be able to get a house until early next year at best. I have been researching tips for first time homebuyers and this afternoon Wesley and I are going to the bank to have someone spell out the differences between renting vs. buying. I am obsessed. Every waking moment I am thinking about home ownership, what my budget will be, what kind of home I want, how we can make it work, and what locations I like best. It's like the baby clock but only louder. I know where all of the online listings are and I have the real estate guide in my car. It has even overtaken the wedding in my wandering thoughts. Like I said, obsession.
Now that I have confessed; do you have any advice on home ownership, mortgages, or renting vs. buying?
2 comments:
Welcome back! :) We've missed you...
My thoughts:
1) Yay for girlifying apartments (sorry, W, you're going to have to get used to it... hee hee)
2) EW for creepy landlord. SOOO disgusting. I can't believe he got away with it. I had a peeper once. He, um, left me a present on the screen if you know what I mean. Ew. EW!!
3) Buying all the way. While I am a big fan of renting (someone else has to fix crap when it breaks! Score!), if you know you're going to be somewhere for longer than a couple of years it makes total sense to own. Although I don't technically own (hubby does... we just haven't gotten around to putting my name on the deed!), it is nice to not hear apartment neighbors and/or worry that they're hearing you.
4) The baby clock here is down to 10 more weeks (yikes!). Gigantic belly. Always hungry. Never energetic. Loving every minute. :)
Hope you are well, homeless girl. Ta!! :)
Becky! So good to hear from you. I am so glad that you are enjoying pregnancy. Nothing is worse than a whiny momma. Bleh. And nothing is more beautiful than a happy momma. So yeah!
One bit of advice, bring comfy clothes for both YOU and the baby. So many women forget to pack something to wear. You don't want to wear the gown home, do you? Haha.
As for the gift the peeper left you... Ew! Ew! Ew! But at least you had evidence!
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