Te Voila Reparti
The side of my Spongebob Squarepants Band-Aid box tells me, in French, that I will be delivered. I hope so.
We've been in the seventh circle of condo-selling and house-buying for the past few weeks. We're in the eighth circle now, having booked a suite in a Residence Inn-type place for June 28 to whenever... the closing on our condo is at the end of June, but we have not found a place to live after that yet. The market is crazy and the experience of identifying, mapping, and visiting potential houses is an exhausting roller coaster. It's great, I love it. Oh, it has carpenter ant damage? Oh, it's on a huge hill I'll never get up or down in the winter time? Oh, it's built on an Indian burial ground? Yes, we've heard all that and more.
I realize that complaining about an activity that is not available to a lot of people in 2007 who have good jobs is the height of hypocrisy. We have chosen this path, after all. Or, it chose us, as an object lesson in patience and managing one's frustration with a situation out of one's control.
During my latest crying jag about this last night, Manny hit a 3-run homer, and I was once again reminded of the healing powers of professional baseball. And, that all this doesn't really matter that much - I have a home, wherever it is.
We've been in the seventh circle of condo-selling and house-buying for the past few weeks. We're in the eighth circle now, having booked a suite in a Residence Inn-type place for June 28 to whenever... the closing on our condo is at the end of June, but we have not found a place to live after that yet. The market is crazy and the experience of identifying, mapping, and visiting potential houses is an exhausting roller coaster. It's great, I love it. Oh, it has carpenter ant damage? Oh, it's on a huge hill I'll never get up or down in the winter time? Oh, it's built on an Indian burial ground? Yes, we've heard all that and more.
I realize that complaining about an activity that is not available to a lot of people in 2007 who have good jobs is the height of hypocrisy. We have chosen this path, after all. Or, it chose us, as an object lesson in patience and managing one's frustration with a situation out of one's control.
During my latest crying jag about this last night, Manny hit a 3-run homer, and I was once again reminded of the healing powers of professional baseball. And, that all this doesn't really matter that much - I have a home, wherever it is.
posted by expediency101 at 7:23 AM
2 Comments:
Wait....what? You're selling your house again?
Yes indeedy. Been a while, hasn't it?!
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