Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
In which I reveal the things I won't talk about.
Sharing my life with Jason's ex-wife and her new fiance is, well, pretty weird. Believe it or not, I'm a pretty private person. I don't like to discuss a lot of things with anyone. Sometimes it's hard for me to discuss things with Jason.
Take, for example, my struggle with debt and spending. I'm ashamed of it, so I won't discuss it, I just work on it. After the house closes, I'm working with my bank to consolidate and decrease my debt load. If I didn't have the debt I carry, we could have afforded a home closer to The Force. (But I still wanted to keep my job, which couldn't have happened if we had moved to the same neighborhood, but anyway.) They are living in one of the most expensive areas in the new town. Houses START at $300k there.
Take, for example, my apparent infertility. Heard me talk about that? No, not so much. After trying to have a baby for 6 months with no success, I saw the OB (since that's what magazines say you should do when you're of "advanced maternal age", like me) and found out I don't ovulate. Enter some medication, and now I ovulate like a champ, I just can't get pregnant. If this keeps up, I'll be in a new house doing some new kind of treatment that may or may not work. I have a hard time talking to anyone about it, so I just don't. I don't want to talk to my best friend, or my family, or really, even my husband, about how disappointing this all is, and I prefer if they just don't ask me about it.
So imagine having to pack up your life and move to a new place so you can stay close to your stepson. We chose a place close enough to him to maintain our custody agreement, and close enough to my current job that I won't have to get a new one. We had the amazing fortune to find a house right off the bat, that's well within our affordable range, and everything seems to be moving along swimmingly. Today her fiance (who is a very, very nice man, and I believe has no ulterior motive) comes and sits next to me at the t-ball game and asks to see a picture of it. Asks if it has room for an "expanding family" and says he imagines us with a little girl who likes to play dress-up, and that the extra room in the home would be perfect for that. (He has a boy and twin 5 year old girls, by the way.)
I just say, "that would be nice".
Take, for example, my struggle with debt and spending. I'm ashamed of it, so I won't discuss it, I just work on it. After the house closes, I'm working with my bank to consolidate and decrease my debt load. If I didn't have the debt I carry, we could have afforded a home closer to The Force. (But I still wanted to keep my job, which couldn't have happened if we had moved to the same neighborhood, but anyway.) They are living in one of the most expensive areas in the new town. Houses START at $300k there.
Take, for example, my apparent infertility. Heard me talk about that? No, not so much. After trying to have a baby for 6 months with no success, I saw the OB (since that's what magazines say you should do when you're of "advanced maternal age", like me) and found out I don't ovulate. Enter some medication, and now I ovulate like a champ, I just can't get pregnant. If this keeps up, I'll be in a new house doing some new kind of treatment that may or may not work. I have a hard time talking to anyone about it, so I just don't. I don't want to talk to my best friend, or my family, or really, even my husband, about how disappointing this all is, and I prefer if they just don't ask me about it.
So imagine having to pack up your life and move to a new place so you can stay close to your stepson. We chose a place close enough to him to maintain our custody agreement, and close enough to my current job that I won't have to get a new one. We had the amazing fortune to find a house right off the bat, that's well within our affordable range, and everything seems to be moving along swimmingly. Today her fiance (who is a very, very nice man, and I believe has no ulterior motive) comes and sits next to me at the t-ball game and asks to see a picture of it. Asks if it has room for an "expanding family" and says he imagines us with a little girl who likes to play dress-up, and that the extra room in the home would be perfect for that. (He has a boy and twin 5 year old girls, by the way.)
I just say, "that would be nice".
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Holy shit, I'm a grown up.
Holy shitballs, Batman, we're buying a house!
The decision has been made to move to stay closer to The Force, as he moves with his mother and her new marriage. We looked at renting first, but the area where we want to live doesn't have much in the way of rentals. Then we figured out how we could buy a house, and we're doing it. Holy shit.
In 2 weeks we have gone from internet searches, finding a lender, finding an agent, then to seeing our top 5 picks. We saw 5 houses in 1 day, and put an offer on our favorite 2 days later. The owners countered, and we accepted. Holy shit.
We're going through the bank stuff now. Holy shit.
We close on May 23. Holy shit.
I'm going to own a home at the ripe age of 37.
Holy shit.
The decision has been made to move to stay closer to The Force, as he moves with his mother and her new marriage. We looked at renting first, but the area where we want to live doesn't have much in the way of rentals. Then we figured out how we could buy a house, and we're doing it. Holy shit.
In 2 weeks we have gone from internet searches, finding a lender, finding an agent, then to seeing our top 5 picks. We saw 5 houses in 1 day, and put an offer on our favorite 2 days later. The owners countered, and we accepted. Holy shit.
We're going through the bank stuff now. Holy shit.
We close on May 23. Holy shit.
I'm going to own a home at the ripe age of 37.
Holy shit.
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