Our first week here was a sexless, suburban one which we spent at Laura's aunt's house in her son Zack's room (he's in military school). Imagine readers, being 28, freshly wed and waking up in a room with a football jersey tacked to the wall. The house, such as it was, was laughably behind where we were assured it would be before we packed up all of our belongings and drove 500 miles. The men working on the house, nice guys all, didn't answer to us, so all we could do was patiently nod as they told us for the third time that the place'd be done in just a few days. I won't go into it too much, it's not great stuff to read and anyhow, I still don't have a back deck.
While the house became livable, Laura and I lived/squatted in another house Laura's aunt owns about a mile from the other and did all the requisite nesting stuff. Unbeknownst to a lot of the good people who gave generously at our wedding, the stuff from the registry went to Laura's mom's house, where it was turned into store credit. We then just went to the Raleigh Mall and bought all of our registry all over again, with a few goodies thrown in: "A lemon zester? We-helll, don't mind if I do!"
Another big purchase was a car to replace our deadbeat Volvo. We decided this time to go with the most vanilla vehicle money could buy, and have a good mechanic give it a good look-see. We settled on a white, 1998 Toyota Camry with about 120K miles on it. Good times.
For the last week we've been living in the house which has been sublime. Now our lives are filled with the business of buying this sucker. I feel that I made the absolute most of my 20's, lending institutions seem bent on having a healthy debate on the subject. The gears slowly turn.
The weather is great, the dog is happy, and I miss you all so much. I'll do my best to write on this thing more.
3 comments:
Glad to see you're blogging again. The day before Thanksgiving Chris and I were in Greenpoint (I moved there) and wanted to have brunch with you guys but you were already gone. Sad. But enjoy!
Imagine waking up, being 27 years old, with a 2004 Boston Red Sox World Series T-shirt and a Slayer posted both tacked to your wall. I bet it is hard to phathom that that person is single. Well guess what, I....uh....I mean....HE, that's right, he is single. What a crazy world.
More blogging! Also, the Man doesn't trust anyone not already in the hole to the credit card warlords. It's unamerican, Frank. You know this. ;)
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