Our neighbor below us is screaming like someone cut his arm off. Must be football season. What IS it about this pigskin that reduces people to primal instincts of grunting, screaming and "OH YEAH-ing"?
That being said, I can't wait to move into our house. This apartment in the city has been lovely, but living in a little box attached to other little boxes in a big box next to other big boxes containing other small boxes means a LOT of people live together. And simply put, I am a country girl. Give me my 2 acres please, and I will be happy. Plus, I hate that I have to fight for parking. I mean it literally drives my blood pressure through the roof. Poor Pasquale is often forced to parallel park for me cause I throw a temper tantrum. Plus, I have ever-so-gently tapped two cars in my attempts to park, so I am quick to give up. Gah. I want my own driveway. Growing up in the 'View spoiled me. (that's right, props to the Fairview!)
Ten years ago was 9/11. I was in my high school psychology class, on the verge of having a panic attack. My father is a professional pilot and all that I could think of was that his plane would be next. (I had somehow forgotten that he was at home and not even scheduled to fly that day). It was a horrible act that goes against humanity. Our country was forever changed on that day and it is important to remember the loss and heroism of our fellow Americans.
This made me cry...
Our government was also forever changed, and in often silly ways. I will probably get athlete's foot at an airport soon by shuffling through "private-parts" screening barefoot. Or perhaps I may read the wrong piece of literature as my library lists are being watched. Oops, read Twilight again, you got me! In this process of buying our house, we had to sign a Patriot Act statement, claiming we aren't terrorists. Yes government, you're right, because signing a piece of paper makes it legal. We aren't terrorists. Even if Pasquale gets stopped at airports on a regular basis because of his complexion. I love America and I understand we live in scary times...finding the humor keeps me afloat. And don't worry, there is still football. (my neighbor just hollered again, so it reminded me).
I am on break from school for 3 weeks. Thank goodness, I don't think I could have written another paper based on a fake family. I was getting an eye twitch there at the end. Its been hard because the weather here has been AMAZING. When its beautiful in Seattle, its almost impossible to sit inside (cause you know the countdown to the not-so-sunny weather is ticking away)
Our house continues to teach us patience. We will be homeless for at least a week, possibly two. Our lease in the apartment is up at the end of the month and with the loan-confusion I mentioned in the last post, we won't be able to close until middle October. Time to be flexible. Time to move (twice, once out of the apartment and then later into the house). Time to see what this new chapter in life brings.
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