So Jess and I have found our dream house… the only catch is we have to sell ours first. It is in Cottage Grove. A 3 bedroom, 2 bath beautiful house with 1700+ square feet. Vaulted ceilings, huge kitchen, massive living room, energy efficient and a nature reserve right behind us. Please, feel free to pass it along, I would make it well worth your while:
What am I?Cottage Groveite? Cottage Grovian? Cottage Grover?
Either way… Jess and I are moved into our house in Cottage Grove. Well, I am moved into our house, Jess is helping out on her ranch until the wedding. Last night was my first official night in the new house. Not as creepy or weird as I thought it would be. Sometimes, I’m like a little kid who wakes up in a new surrounding and gets weirded out… but not this time.
While Jess and I did make a big dent in huge stack of boxes that sit where our kitchen table will be, we’ve still got a long way to go. Lately, I’ve been putting up horrendously expensive blinds… translation: I’ve been doing a lot of cursing at inanimate objects.
All that is left from my old apartment is to clean it up so Meg can take it over at the end of the month. Unfortunately, I don’t think a “once-over” with the wet/dry vac will suffice, so I’ll be cleaning in stages–beginning with procrastination, followed by denial. Yes, this is a twelve-step program, and no, none of them will actually help me clean.
I am really looking forward to the bachelor party in one week. I think it will be a tremendous amount of fun (and it better be for that price). I can’t wait for the lap of luxury, even if it is only for five hours (which means this luxury goes for about $500 an hour).
The wedding is, literally, two weeks away. Unbelievable. I’m not nervous or scared… more overwhelmed by the wealth of everything that needs to get done. In the end, I know that everything will turn out great, it will be nice to have one big congregation of everyone… of course, most of them will be Hansons, but it is the thought that counts.
House pictures (a.k.a., pile o’ boxes pictures) will be posted ’round about when the Internet gets in place (Wednesday-ish).
Safeco does not cover “Loss caused directly or indirectly by War, including the following and any consequence of the following:
a. undeclared war, civil war, insurrection, rebellion, or revolution;
b. warlike act by a military force or military personnel; or
c. destruction or seizure or use for military purpose.
Discharge of a nuclear weapon shall be deemed a warlike act even if accidental.”
I can’t decide if this is ridiculous or prudent. But either way, I am defintely sure that if the civil war breaks out again, Safeco is behind it to get out of insuring my house.
ps. Thankfully, if I am storing any grave markers in my house they will be covered up to $3,000. This means I won’t have to get more insurance for my tombstone collection.
Well, the computer has been moved into the living room, so you know what means… Jessica has gone home to Bend and school is over. The typical “adult” facade I’ve been sustaining has been relaxed. Now my life is centered around the coffee table. Dinner: coffee table. TV and computer games: coffee table. Sleeping: coffee table (if I’m really unmotivated.)House news: Everything is going through, it looks like the closing date could be bumped up–which means we can move all of Jess’ and my stuff out of my apartment. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Wedding news: the webpage (July232005.com) has been updated completely. Take a look.
Future plans: Mariners game on Saturday with Pratt, then hanging out in Woodburn with Meagan and Tolley-Dog, because the parents are currently incommunicado in Newfoundland.
It’s official, our offer on the house was accepted! We’re now thirty days away from owning a house!
Jess and I put an offer on a house. We did this yesterday afternoon. It is a very cute, brand new home in Cottage Grove. Three bedroom, two full bath. I promise to put up pictures as soon as I can. This will effectively shorten my commute from a thirty minute drive to a ten minute bike ride.
Jess and I couldn’t be more excited. It will not only be nice to live together, but to be in a house where we can paint the walls and have a dog without someone making us pay for those privileges.
This is why I shouldn’t be shut off from humanity for days at a time, I tend to dwell in my own meta-cognition–see below:Maybe I am just absorbing of some of the “oh man, my life is going to be changing drastically” feelings from my sister and her move to college. I’ve spent a couple of nights with sleepless beginnings trying to figure out how every thing is supposed to work out. Moving, jobs, money, houses, and morgages… it’s all just too much adult stuff. It’s hard to believe that it is all coming closer and closer with every morning, I think that’s why I’ve been sleeping in until 11, my little rebellion against being a grown up, at least for 2 hours every day. I am still constantly surprised that no one is shocked about me becoming a teacher… I was always expecting, “dude, you’re a goof off” or “I thought you had to have a higher maturity level than the kids you teach”. As well, I could just be dwelling in the same feelings I do at every major diviation from my comfortable known universe. There is a certain safety in that, yet, there is a massive swelling of excitement about what’s to come. Mostly that I want my own house. Nothing awe-inspiring, just a nice three story farm house with very wide square posts that border the porch–that’s all I’m asking for. Personally, (and I’ve probably said this before) I don’t think that I look like an adult, to be accurate, I think that I look like some awkward form of man-boy. a moy. Sometimes I really wonder how successful I can be in the face of a world that seems already past capacity for people.
Then I think, screw it–I’ll give it a good try.
A Summation (of a sort):
Good: Jessica, Graduated, New House, New Roommates, No more “Oh Conan” or “Do you want me to eat it.”, Language Arts Middle/Secondary Grad Program, IVs and drugs that put me to sleep, Ems games, The Sun Also Rises, ENG 300 (Literary Criticism), ENG 392 (American Lit.), 3.22
Bad: Jessica in Redmond for the summer, summer classes, Vanity Fair (900 pages), Wuthering Heights (500 pages), Jude the Obscure (500 pages), Middle March (400 Pages) ENG 322 (Victorian Lit.), duck e. coli, dehydration, vertigo, work, ENG 322