House Hunting

I had a great visit with my parents over the weekend. We celebrated my mom’s birthday and mine on Saturday. My mom made the annual white buttermilk cake, and to follow tradition, we took the center pieces because they are kind of dense and gooey. I got some great smelly stuff from The Bath and Body Works and a cute little bird pin from my brother. My dad was able to fix the electrical problem in my basement. It was a “eureka” moment…the electric down there has been a real source of frustration.

On Sunday, Lindsey and I drove around some neighborhoods sort of looking at houses. We went to old St. Charles and found a couple of cuties. But we really don’t know where we want to be. Many of the areas convenient to our jobs are out of our price range—or at least more than we want to spend (we are choosing to be conservative on this expenditure). By the end of the day, I was very excited about getting a house together, but having a lot of anxiety about moving away from my city friends and activities. Then I felt like a spoiled heel because Lindsey left everything in Texas to come here and I’m having reservations about moving across town. Not that he ever once has made an issue out of that fact. I guess it has a lot to do with lifestyle choices. I like that we can now meet up with friends on a whim for dinner, I can easily meet up with folks for project meetings, and that we are so close to so many different kinds of restaurants, cultural activities, etc. Moving west means more planning. I’m the kind of person who once I’m home for the evening, I like to stay home. Moving west will encourage the hermit in me and it doesn’t need encouragement. Anyway, we can’t do anything until my house sells and it won’t be ready to put on the market until April. So we have plenty of time for discussion and looking. I hope something magical happens.

We watched the French version of Breathless on Saturday, except that I fell asleep. I can’t remember the last time I made it through an entire movie that started during non-daylight hours on the home DVD player. Great movies, movies without subtitles, action movies…it doesn’t matter. I fall asleep. Is this was turning 39 means? I'm just going to start nodding off all the time? Cripes.