Somehow it seems un-real still.
I want to write that I own my own home but it doesn’t feel at all like home when I can’t move in yet.
As it was one I could afford it needs alot of work and care. But atleast the work will benefit me and mine. I have something substantial and solid to show for the daily toil. My family has a secure plave to live and grow.
I’d like to celebrate but I’ve got to be chipper and alert for tomorrow’s toil. Well, they probably would understand if just this once I was a wee bit hungover but I wouldn’t feel right about it. Also, my job’s not all toil, just often seems like it. And besides, maybe by the weekend I’ll finally be over whatever this sinus crap is. I start to feel alittle better but then it comes right back with a vengence. I’m taking all kinds of allergy meds already.
Right, I haven’t been here for a week now. Let’s see, in the last seven days: I’ve been miserably sick since last Saturday (OK, that’s 10 days), I faced the reality that I won’t be making it to the gym for some months and cleaned my locker, my car broke, I got the car fixed, I managed to hold my cool through all the stress leading up to buying the house, PB required a sick day after a vomiting incident (why can’t he do it before I shower and dress?), and I bought a house. That ought to qualify for the longest/shortest seven days ever. Oh yeah, and the kids have started wondering around in the middle of the night so I’m not sleeping.
All this grown-up stuff makes me feel old. Even worse, realizing that I understand all this grown up stuff. I keep feeling like I should go play outside with the kids while the adults take care of business. Insurance jargon. 401K plan changes (me in a room with middle aged men, does no one else in their 20’s realize that the company automatically invests a percent without anything from us?). Yeah…. I feel…. boring already. But then again, this ordinary life is what I’ve worked to hard for. There is no nut-case in the bed room clicking the safety on his rifle. I know where dinner’s coming from. If the roof leaks I’ll learn how to fix it. We have a damn good life, really.