I keep telling myself 1925 is worth it.

My house is 84 years old. It's built on a raised foundation. Most of the house site about I one and a half feet off the ground. In the back of the house there is an access point. It's a square piece of lattus held together with small pieces of 2x4s. It's old and broken.

The reason I'm boring you with these uninteresting details is this: something crawled under my house and died. OR, a skunk went under my house and sprayed. OR, some other horrible horrible thing happened down there. I can't be sure what it is. All I know is my house smells like death.

Who let me buy a house anyway?

Hi.

I don't know how to be happy.

I'm A Monster

...Everything I want...

My name is Forrest Forrets Gump

I always get the feeling that I the world treats me different. The world is keeping things from me for either my protection or because they think I wouldn't understand. Only the reason isn't because I'm simple. It's because I'm sensitive? Fuck if I know.

In other news the house is coming along nicely. With small things it's becoming my home. This is a good thing because I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.

I was thinking the other day how I always seem to get what I want but only because it falls into my lap; The house, The car, This laptop, The job, My mom coming back to California, My brother coming back to California... good credit? Everything but the one thing I want.

I hate having a cold bed. I hate the lack of superfluous knickknacks on my shelves and goofy pictures on the walls.

When will I meet her? Who is she? And why or how do I already love her?

This Old House... is a pain in the ass

So nothing is going as planned with the house. Things keep breaking or not working right. A few people are helping out as much as they can but for the most part I'm there alone.

I haven't taken one picture of my house so far.

Grande Pikes Place and a Grande Black Iceed Tea.

I had coffee and tea tonight. I'm going to be up all night.

I've written this blog 4 different times.

I think I want to go on a date.

I'm Buying A House

The final paper work will be signed tomorrow.

The house is small and it needs some work but it will be mine. I don't really need anything bigger. It's old and it's downtown and that's all I really wanted.

The cool thing about buying a house (at least the way I look at it) is that it's not that permanent. I can rent it out if I can't or don't want to live there. I can sell it in a few years when the market picks up and have money to put down on a house in Portland. Portland being where I would like to eventually end up.

Don't get me wrong, this experience has been terrifying. But here I am. I'm doing it. This is me not living in fear. This is me standing up for something I want.

Speaking of standing up... I voted for the first time. I'm 100% sure I would have been happy with the results of the election if I didn't. Voting just makes it feel that much better.

The sad part about moving to my house will be not seeing Isabel every day. I've only known her for 7 weeks but I already love her. A lot.

And how can I not...