Tuesday, May 22, 2007
When it's time to change...
It's time to change (insert voice cracking). Move by the time, come along for the ride, can't you see? When it's time to change, you've got to rearrange. Move your heart to what you're gonna be. Sha na na na na na na na na. Sha na na na na...
Ummm...so I'm pretty sure the Brady Bunch had in mind that growing up happened at puberty. At least that's what happens in this song. But I think I've somehow managed to hold out for a lot longer. However, I took a baby step yesterday toward adulthood, and it felt pretty good, I must say. What was this baby step, you ask? Well, actually it was about 9,000 steps apparently.
I looked at a house for sale.
Many of you are asking, "Who are you? Have we met? What happened to Beth?" I know, I know. But it was way too cute and WAY too cheap to not at least check out, so Dan and I met up at the ESL site where I "work" and walked down to the house, which was about 2 miles away (hence the 9,000 steps). And it was really super-cute. Really. But it must have had some serious foundation issues, because looking at the floor, I felt like I had an astigmatism. It was all wavy. Dan said he felt like he was getting sea-sick. Sigh. Oh well. It would have been fantastic if I didn't feel like it might have just sunken in at any given moment. It had the perfect porch for a two-person swing, all new appliances, hardwood floors in the living room and master bedroom, a (non-functional) fireplace, built-in book shelves, an archway, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, washer/dryer, a back porch and an enclosed yard.
It all happened so fast. I saw the house online yesterday afternoon around 2:00, and we met to go see it at 4:30. And in those 2 1/2 hours, I somehow really warmed up to the idea of buying a house. Well, as long as it's the perfect house. And now "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon" is playing in my head, which is how I know it's time to wrap it up and get on with my life. My very grown-up life.
Ummm...so I'm pretty sure the Brady Bunch had in mind that growing up happened at puberty. At least that's what happens in this song. But I think I've somehow managed to hold out for a lot longer. However, I took a baby step yesterday toward adulthood, and it felt pretty good, I must say. What was this baby step, you ask? Well, actually it was about 9,000 steps apparently.
I looked at a house for sale.
Many of you are asking, "Who are you? Have we met? What happened to Beth?" I know, I know. But it was way too cute and WAY too cheap to not at least check out, so Dan and I met up at the ESL site where I "work" and walked down to the house, which was about 2 miles away (hence the 9,000 steps). And it was really super-cute. Really. But it must have had some serious foundation issues, because looking at the floor, I felt like I had an astigmatism. It was all wavy. Dan said he felt like he was getting sea-sick. Sigh. Oh well. It would have been fantastic if I didn't feel like it might have just sunken in at any given moment. It had the perfect porch for a two-person swing, all new appliances, hardwood floors in the living room and master bedroom, a (non-functional) fireplace, built-in book shelves, an archway, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, washer/dryer, a back porch and an enclosed yard.
It all happened so fast. I saw the house online yesterday afternoon around 2:00, and we met to go see it at 4:30. And in those 2 1/2 hours, I somehow really warmed up to the idea of buying a house. Well, as long as it's the perfect house. And now "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon" is playing in my head, which is how I know it's time to wrap it up and get on with my life. My very grown-up life.
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Advice to all who read this: Never start a phone conversation to your mother, "Mom, I don't want this phone call to alarm you, but. . ." because it automatically sets off all of the alarms. Even if the conversation is just about the possibility of buying a house.