the flying squirrel

I\'ve officially started looking for a house. It\'s kind of cool. I should have done this ages ago. Of course, ages ago, I wouldn\'t have been able to hope to put together a 10% downpayment. I\'m not quite there (I can do 5% easy for anything the CHMC will let me buy), but it\'s feasible with a little bit of shuffling.

I\'m getting the mortgage pre-approved now. They\'re telling me that\'s not a problem. My credit\'s good. I\'ve just got one black mark from one of those \"don\'t pay a cent till next year!\" furniture deals which I forgot about paying off when it came due. But that\'s not a problem.

I\'m trying to stay within walking, or at least biking, distance from work. Biking to work seems like a good thing to me, although I haven\'t done it for a couple years. We don\'t have showers, you see. I\'m sure my co-workers would appreciate me not showing up for work all sweaty and nasty.

As for the other stuff, you know what? I think I\'m finally getting the hang of this. I don\'t think I\'m going to stay single for very long. I think I\'ve finally got things in the right perspective.

I\'m tired of this stuff being all dire and traumatic all the time. I want to be able to enjoy it. I want it to be fun. I\'m tired of feeling sorry for myself all the time. So I won\'t. Simple as that. I\'m tired of always knowing the future. If there\'s a chance, I\'m going to take it, just to see what will happen. I think I\'d be a pretty awesome boyfriend. If people can\'t see that, that\'s their problem.

Their loss.