It’s Almost Moving Day
Since getting back from Greece, I’ve been ludicrously busy at work1 and at home getting ready for the big move. It still hasn’t struck me yet that tomorrow my wife and I will be moving into our very own house.
It’s hard to believe: me, a home owner (though not really; the mortgage company is the one ponying up the dough – give us about 7-8 years to pay it off). It wasn’t too long ago that I was living in a slum of an apartment in grad school.
I often miss grad school, with its relative lack of responsibility, flexible work hours, etc, and part of my brain would love to go back to it if I could. The other part says, “Dude, you can afford to buy a house!” So, understandably, brain part #2 wins, and thus I stay at my relatively well paying job.
Speaking of the house itself, we really lucked out and got a house exactly in our price range, well-built, and in a location we wanted. My wife, of course, thanks her prayers to God for it. Actually, it was the same thing with her job and with my job – we both had requirements for the jobs we wanted to get when we left school and we both found jobs that satisfied those requirements. She thanked God. She didn’t thank the fact that we’re both properly educated and experienced for these jobs and searched until we found something suitable (she actually spent 3 months after we left school searching for her job). Again, with the house we got ourselves a good realtor, told him exactly what we wanted, and eventually something came up. It’s no miracle.
I leave with a quote from The Simpsons:
Homer: So, Mr. Malloy, it seems that the cat has been caught by the very person who was trying to catch him.
Skinner: How ironic.
1'Work' being a bridge that was due for tender on May 16, wasn't actually tendered until May 22, and we're sending an addendum out tomorrow to fix all the little errors and omissions that we missed originally.
Decreed by King Aardvark @ 3:18 p.m.
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2 Comments:
Hmm, I wish grad school was relatively free of responsibilities. Work keeps me ridiculously busy, and taking days off with the gf aren't any better because she's a neat-freak who wants us to maintain a better-than-student standard of living... Back like 4 years ago, when I was in my M.Sc. and living alone, then I was living the life, wasting money on drinking and games... Oh man, those were kind of the days I suppose. I've tried to drink more regularly lately but it appears that my body can no longer take it: a few glasses of wine and I'm gone.
We must all face the reality that we have passed over the hill - it's all down-hill from here.
Carlo, you're an exception to the free of responsibilities in grad school thing:
A) you take your grad studies seriously
B) you've got a GF that's practically a wife - believe me, the bh is the cause of at least 3/4 of the responsibility of life
Re: "We must all face the reality that we have passed over the hill - it's all down-hill from here."
Dude, in 2.5 years I'll be 30. It's really depressing me. Hell, the fact that I've got a mortgage is soul-crushing (it would be more soul-crushing but interest rates are really low and we should be able to pay it off in 7 years).
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