OrangeDecember 19, 2005
Think really good thoughts for us, okay? We're putting a bid in on a house this afternoon before I go to work. We have no pre-approved financing because god bless me if we ever do anything in the right order. This smacks of shades of the Little Red Wagon Wheel House: Bidding! Suddenly! Want a house! Yes, crazy!
But this house, oh. It has cosmetic blemishes (for the love of alpaca, the earnest young realtor had placed a red BOW on the side of the house), like needing flooring in pretty much every room in the place (linoleum in the bedroom), and it smells like smoke (and again, the young male realtor who probably called his mother for advice on this was burning candles, as many as possibly ALL the scented candles in Oakland, ALL the scents, so evergreen was mixed with vanilla mixed with lemon mixed with old smoke, and he was just grinning away on the couch -- he seemed very sweet, though). But it has three small bedrooms, one for us, and one for an office for each of us, which will add to sanity, and it has a yard, and it's in the BEST neighborhood, one that we know and love, and we met some neighbors who were the cutest things, and the best was when La told me later just what I was thinking, "It's the kind of place I always thought I'd live when I grew up." Me, too.
And hey, if it's not to be, it won't be. I worry about disappointing Lala, and I worry about disappointing myself. I worry that my big sudden dreams will be smashed on the ground, but I know that the actual truth is that if that happens, I'll just be disappointed. I'll have a good cry, and Lala will be sad, but she'll tell me it's okay, and then we'll rent out my place and rent a bigger place for us to be together, and that's what this is all about anyway, right?
It sure could be cute, though. We'd paint it orange. Dreams don't hurt.