Sunday, October 14, 2007
When Furnaces Suddenly Become Sexy
Leon and I are thinking of buying a house in Moose Jaw.
Not just any house, but a specific house. It is an adorable, 866 square foot, three bedroom, cottage-y home. And it is in Moose Jaw. Moose Jaw - the town from which I tried to escape for the first 18 years of my life.
The wierd thing is that we can afford it. As the Real Estate market booms in Saskatchewan, this is still one of the cheaper properties out there that hasn't been inflated. And the other perfect part is that my mother, about to retire in April 2008, would be willing to rent it from us if we didn't want to live in it.
Although we would want to live in it. Which would mean, we would be moving to Moose Jaw. For at least a year or two. Two big city actors living in Moose Jaw. A BC boy who has never seen a prairie winter, moving to Moose Jaw.
The whole thing is quite surreal to consider.
Don't get me wrong, we haven't yet put in an offer, as we need to confirm that we could get the financing. And with the market as hot as it is, the house could get snatched up while we visit the banks. Still. The possibility is very real and looming.
What are we thinking? Are we crazy?
Everything is so strange in my life right now. I am walking around coughing and sneezing. I am teaching kids, who I have been known to dislike greatly. My boyfriend is custom making me engagement rings not-so-secretly. We are staring at our bank accounts trying to pool together thousands and thousands of dollars. I am actually courting the idea of moving back to Moose Jaw. Everything is so strange in my life right now.
It is too much to take in, really. I take the advice I heard once about not staring at the mountain, but instead putting your pick into the rock and beginning the climb, one step at a time. It's exciting to be taking such adult steps, especially because it is with the man that I love. And sure, it is overwhelming, but it is a hell of a lot better than just staying stuck in one place until they move my corpse into a coffin.
First step, get better. Second, establish financing. Third, buy that cute house. Fourth, replace the furnace.
Fifth, hold a funeral for my extended adolesence.
Not just any house, but a specific house. It is an adorable, 866 square foot, three bedroom, cottage-y home. And it is in Moose Jaw. Moose Jaw - the town from which I tried to escape for the first 18 years of my life.
The wierd thing is that we can afford it. As the Real Estate market booms in Saskatchewan, this is still one of the cheaper properties out there that hasn't been inflated. And the other perfect part is that my mother, about to retire in April 2008, would be willing to rent it from us if we didn't want to live in it.
Although we would want to live in it. Which would mean, we would be moving to Moose Jaw. For at least a year or two. Two big city actors living in Moose Jaw. A BC boy who has never seen a prairie winter, moving to Moose Jaw.
The whole thing is quite surreal to consider.
Don't get me wrong, we haven't yet put in an offer, as we need to confirm that we could get the financing. And with the market as hot as it is, the house could get snatched up while we visit the banks. Still. The possibility is very real and looming.
What are we thinking? Are we crazy?
Everything is so strange in my life right now. I am walking around coughing and sneezing. I am teaching kids, who I have been known to dislike greatly. My boyfriend is custom making me engagement rings not-so-secretly. We are staring at our bank accounts trying to pool together thousands and thousands of dollars. I am actually courting the idea of moving back to Moose Jaw. Everything is so strange in my life right now.
It is too much to take in, really. I take the advice I heard once about not staring at the mountain, but instead putting your pick into the rock and beginning the climb, one step at a time. It's exciting to be taking such adult steps, especially because it is with the man that I love. And sure, it is overwhelming, but it is a hell of a lot better than just staying stuck in one place until they move my corpse into a coffin.
First step, get better. Second, establish financing. Third, buy that cute house. Fourth, replace the furnace.
Fifth, hold a funeral for my extended adolesence.
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