on the way out the door to sign papers committing us to buying the house on friday night, the hippie received some rather unfortunate news regarding his company. let's just say that some new shit has come to light. some Bad Shit. some shit that makes buying a house right now a not-so-intelligent gamble. so. in the single most disappointing experience of my adult life, we let the house go. blah.
and i know rationally that this decision is the only one we can really make. and i am grateful as hell that we found out the Bad Shit now, when there was still a way to unbind ourselves from buying rather than in a month, when we would have been closing. and i know that in two months, we will likely start over and end up buying something. and who knows--maybe we will find something we love even more. but dude! it just sucks when you have expended such a tremendous amount of emotional energy making the decision to buy, to move, to make your life work in a new place. and then, when everything seemed to be ok, let yourself get excited about it. i guess i feel like the proverbial rug has been pulled from beneath my feet.
so thanks for the congratulations you folks sent my way. and wish me happy thoughts as i adjust to this new decision to stay put for a few more months. i think i am going to go buy a new couch to console myself.