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Those Endorphins are Working

In the past 24 hours, the following has occurred: a) my (revised! revised! revised!) novel went back out on submission, which means that at this very second it’s being considered by editors at a bunch of publishing houses. And I have discovered that it is still relatively easy to go about one’s day with one’s heart lodged in her throat. b) David and I sorted out all the sticky points that have been complicating our house deal, and are now officially All Systems Go on the new house purchase. We settle in three weeks. I should probably start packing. c) My future sister-in-law (have I mentioned that my brother is getting married? MY LITTLE BROTHER IS GETTING MARRIED!) sent me the most beautiful flowers yesterday, instantly making her the most favorite future sister-in-law I’ve ever had. c) I changed all the bedsheets AND washed them AND folded them. I know, I know. Big news! So, you know: the sun is shining, I saw a robin hopping around a yard in town, and I was able to get to the gym and run for my health for once, rather…

Death by Guacamole

Six years ago, David and I were looking to buy a house that would become our first home–the very one from which I write to you today. It was such a miserable process that frankly I’m not surprised we’re not a) living in separate residences, b) each 150 pounds overweight, or c) running around in circles outside in our pajamas, ala Anne Heche circa 2000. We wanted a house with character (i.e., not in a new subdivision), with charm (i.e., old), and something that in no way would make us house poor. We’d made a mistake with our first apartment after we got married–we moved into a larger loft in my building, and it was the stupidest (yes, I said stupidest, because it really was) financial mistake we made in those early years. But we learned from it (and by learned, I mean, we both worked second jobs for awhile and watched a lot of HGTV), and became determined to not buy a house above a comfortable mortgage payment. It took us a year to find this house, and not just because I wanted a pool (priorities are…

Hey, It’s Less to Mow

David and I have been tossing around the idea of getting another house.  Neither of us is particularly biting at the house-hunting bit, but we’ve been “pretend” looking: talking about what we’d want, looking online, casing neighborhoods (that sounds terrible.  We’re not going to rob anybody, I promise).  But we haven’t even called a realtor in to look over our place yet (I have to tidy up the laundry room first).  I’ll let you know when we do. And we’re stuck on neighborhoods.  We bought this house because we wanted one with character and natural light, something that wasn’t the same as every other home on the block, a place that wasn’t made out of matchsticks and super glue.  And we still don’t want to let go of the dream of “charm,” as long as the next charmer comes with granite countertops and a two-car garage.  But we just don’t know where to look.  We initially thought we’d search for a place within the borough lines of our local town–being…