t turns out that its nearly impossible to be just "sorta into" buying a house. Its a pretty big deal and its kind of hard to just casually think about every now and then. So its been on my mind a lot and its definitely on Seamus’s mind a lot too. Unfortunately, there’s a ton of shit to get in line before making such a huge purchase, and for us, a lot of these things are dependent upon other things which are dependent upon other things. So, if this were to actually happen, and that’s a really huge IF, it would basically take a miracle. So I’ve had to get pretty good at telling myself over and over “Don’t get attached! Don’t get attached!”

Prior to this whole… strange and completely unexpected… development, Seamus and I were constantly, sort of, congratulating each other over how content we were in our little apartment. We’ve made a little home of it and its in a decent location and it’s a super great deal money wise. Then we kind of realized how cheap houses are right now and that we could basically own for the same price – and in many cases for less! – than what we pay monthly for rent. So, we were thinking, if we find something and can make it happen, then great, if not, that’s ok too because we are happy where we are. Then last week we got a letter stating that our rent would be raised, again, and this time for a whole lot more than its been raised in the past. So that got us thinking that if we stay where we are for too much longer, it will no longer be any sort of deal, much less a “great” one, and we’ll be throwing money away on rent which we are now very aware could be going toward ownership of a place.

So, that’s pretty much where our thoughts are. The reality is that Seamus still needs to find a job and both of us need to get our shit together and hike up our credit scores as much as we possibly can.

And that’s a ton of fun <-- sarcasm.

Other than that, Ive been having the worst time staying focused on school. This term I took only the amount of credits I thought I could actually handle without wanting to kill myself every moment of every day (like last term), and not being in freak-out mode all the time allows me to feel pretty “meh” about stuff like, you know, getting homework done on time.

In other news, my spawn is 11 today. There aren’t enough words or blog space available in the universe to explain how this makes me feel. In short: old.

xoxo