That house? The one with the wall of windows and the nice kitchen? That is not our house. The good news? It’s not our house because we don’t want it to be our house. The first time we saw it, it was lovely. The second time? It was pretty terrible with its dirty cracks and unfinished business. (It went from Iggy Pop to Iggy Azalea, and even I don’t know what I’m talking about!)
This house thing is really not a thing at all. Something good will happen. It nearly always does. Thus it is, and so it goes.
I finished a pair of socks.
Also, I started a new clean eating adventure yesterday. My only rules are No Bread and No Processed Foods. I’ve screwed up only once, and if you know me at all, you know that one screw-up in 36 hours is pretty much a victory.
This is my next adventure:
I started this sock on November 4, 2008 at 5:30 in the morning as I sat on the ground in the dark and waited for my polling place to open so I could vote for MY CANDIDATE OF CHOICE! (You know who I’m talking about.) Anyway, after working on it for a day or so, I shifted focus because there was cornbread (also known as My Nemesis) to be eaten.
What else?
I’ll tell you what else.
Henry loves his bunny.
We’re going to look at two more houses on Thursday night. If one of them ends up working, I’ll definitely let you know.
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if you keep on making bad Iggy metaphors, you’ll never get a house. stay focused and it will happen.
It took us looking a long time up in St. Louis, but it made us realize what we wanted and when we got to Texas, we had two days to look. In two days we looked at 53 two stories and found the one we loved. It will happen! I love those socks. You do beautiful work!
Love the socks. Love Henry’s bunny. If it’s not right, it’s not right – something right is out there!
I just want to snuggle my head right in the crook of Henry’s shoulder on that really soft-looking fur with my face toward his ear and let the love flow!
Is your first blogpost really August 20, 2008?? That can not be; I know that I’ve been reading you for longer. Like, the girls! Some/All (Both!) were born before 2008? No? Do I even know you?! ::sigh::
I wanna eat clean so bad. Badly? A lot! I’ll try.
I know y’all will find Your House. If I lived near you, I’d be your realtor for free, even if you didn’t want me! Not because I’m not a real realtor (I’m not), but because of my house-searching overzealousness. Creeper!
(Miss you!)
I love those socks. Really. Gorgeous!
So sweet to see Henry with his bunny. Many years ago one of our Irish Wolfhounds, Steve, had a stuffed puppy. He used to run through the house with it and crash through the dog door and romp around the yard. We named the toy “Hobbes” because Stevie looked like Calvin the way he played with his “friend”.
Aren’t you glad you can take your time to really look at a house and decide if it’s supposed to be yours? Good thing you saw the flaws in that one so you can find the one that’s meant for you.
Someone just brought in a giant bag of Gardetto’s and placed it in the office share spot. I’m working really hard at not picking out all the bagel chips and eating them.
That whole house thing. It’s a lot like dating. I’m glad you’re not settling for “like”, but waiting for “love.
That picture of Henry with his bunny is precious. Good luck looking at the other homes.
Seeing Henry reminds me: how’s that poor dog doing with the mouth problem?
Those socks make me want to learn to knit. They’re wonderful!
If you know the area you want to be in then my advice would be to stop seriously looking until your house has an offer. If you don’t know what area then by all means keep doing your homework.
We relocated to the STL area, chose the wrong area for us, and had to go through selling again to make things right. I was heartbroken so many times because I’d fall for a house and it would slip away because we were not able to buy until our house sold. We’ve been in our new house for 2.5 years now and are loving it. It will happen it just takes time and patience.