This is Not My Beautiful Life

There's something that I've been unusually quiet about aside from, yknow- everything as of late.

A while back Nena and I decided that it'd be best if we tried to buy a house rather than continue to rent. With interest rates where they've been and where they're going. . . With home prices in this town where they are and where they're going. . . It just seemed like the best thing for us to do.

Right, enough stalling. Nena and I are buying a house.

Bid placed on Saturday, bid accepted on Saturday after a bit of negotiating.

Yeah, we're really, really excited as well as absolutely terrified. Like, a HOUSE. A freakin' HOUSE. After the 4th of July Nena and I will actually own a real HOUSE. Like our parents do and shit. Amazing.

We close a month from today, we get married two months from today. . .where the hell did my life go? It's like it was yesterday that I was too young to. yknow- be getting married and buy a house.

Crazy.

Though, there's no one else I'd rather be going through all this than Nena. . . I guess it's not that crazy, it's just time.

Though, I've been having some crazy dreams as of late. Like last night, where I dreamed I was marrying my HS gf. We cut 8th period to go get ready for the wedding as we were to be married before dinner. Then I woke up in the dream and realized that I was actually supposed to be marrying Nena that day, so I got up and went to work and realized that my wedding had been scheduled for my lunch break. Did I mention that I was a grad student in NYC? Very strange.

Then there was the other dream about the field trip to the MSI in Chicago with friends from Carleton. Only, they weren't my real friends from Carleton, just caricatures of people from Carleton and the museum wasn't the real museum, just a caricature. . . strange days, yo. I mean, we're buying a HOUSE.