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November 27, 2012

Finding Happiness

To say that I’ve been busy lately would be an understatement. To say that my life is chaotic at the moment would be one too. And to say that I’m completely and utterly happy would be a third.

In August, when I put together my list of thirty things to do before I turn 30, I added “Learn to be happy in Roseville.” It seemed like such a daunting task. There are so many things about this town that I just despise: the lack of character, the cookie-cutterness of it. The fact that most of the restaurants and stores are national chains and the neighborhoods are a sea of suburban track housing. How could I ever be happy in such blah surroundings?

I’ve always believed that old saying that wherever you go, there you’ll be. Problems and all. That’s probably why I never moved to Boston or London or any of the other crazy locations that I was sure would make life so much better. Don’t get me wrong. I still think I’d rather live in either one of those places, but I was always aware that simply being there wouldn’t change me. I do, however, think I’ve remedied a couple of the major problems that made me feel so strongly about my current locale.

First things first. I am NOT a beige person. I believe our previous housing situation is to blame for my unhappiness in two three four ways. The first is beige. Our apartment, the hallway to our apartment, the exterior of our building was BEIGE. Is there an uglier, less happy color? Secondly, It was roughly the size of a shoebox which meant we had to rent a separate home for all of our pretty wedding gifts, our camping equipment and our childhood mementos in the form of a storage unit. Not to mention, it ALWAYS  looked and felt cluttered and that causes me some serious cognitive dissonance (I’m not a messy person, but there’s nowhere to put it all!). I can not handle clutter (insert involuntary shudder here). Thirdly, it was dark. When you have to turn on a light to see in the kitchen regardless of the hour, there’s no way you’ve got enough natural light. Lastly, I believe that not having a place that was really home was getting to me. I mean sure, we had a place where our stuff lived and where we slept at night and had our nosh and Scooby Doo or Nancy Drew video game marathons on Sunday afternoons, but it wasn’t ours. It was…standard. And it wasn’t enough.

In walks our new house (no, not literally…we actually walked into it, but that’s not the point). Which, by the way, we love. And we OWN. And while it WAS beige when we moved in, now it’s a pretty shade of grey with a touch of blue and more than enough sunlight to satisfy my vitamin D requirements. We’ve put holes in the walls with no regard for a security deposit. As I mentioned before, we painted….the WHOLE HOUSE. We even painted one wall a dark blue and one room a beautiful teal green color. We have a garage for our camping stuff, a big enough kitchen for all of our shiny new wedding gifts and even an entire room just for my books!

I know, I know. “We want to see pictures!” Well, you’re going to have to wait. Because while I’m uuber excited to have enough space for all of our stuff, we are still living in clutter, the clutter of the still-needs-to-be-put-away. So when I get it all together, I’ll write a whole post full of photos of our new house. Deal?

For now, I’ll post this one for you: Our new pooch, Katie.

We rescued her from the SPCA in Sacramento. She’s the sweetest dog, about a year old. She loves to be around people and hates the back yard! Which is too bad for her because she’s going to be spending some time there, especially while we’re still getting stuff put away. Her previous owners brought her to the shelter because they didn’t have enough time for her. She comes to work with me every day, so we don’t have a problem there (and don’t feel so sorry for her for having to spend time in the back yard. She is by no means neglected)! She’s part black lab and part…..we don’t really know. The vet speculates terrier, but she also looks a little like a basenji. We won’t ever know for sure, but we don’t care anyway. We love her regardless of her pedigree.

Katie’s been with us for about two weeks, which means she got to meet the families at Thanksgiving. They all loved her. And we had such a great time seeing all of them. Although there was one person missing at the dinner table this Thanksgiving: Jim’s uncle Ken, who passed away at the end of July. There was a moment toward the end of dinner when I realized that the last time I’d sat at the formal dining table at Jim’s parents’ house had been…I don’t even remember the occasion… but Jim was working late and didn’t make it to dinner. Uncle Ken was being his obnoxious self and terrorizing Jim’s sister, Tricia. It wasn’t a particularly eventful evening or memorable in any way except that he had been sitting across the table from me during that dinner, and now he won’t ever again. Uncle Ken would have loved Katie.

Two Christmases ago, Uncle Ken and his wife, Elaine, spent the holiday in Mexico with my family. Uncle Ken is in black next to me. The guy above him is the bartender at the hotel where they stayed. He’d become part of the family by the end of our trip. And the head in the background to the right of the bartender is my youngest brother, Dan. I can barely remember Uncle Ken without that giant smile on his face. For as much of a pain in the butt as he could be at times, he sure did love life. I’m so glad we got to spend this time with him.

But enough of hanging out on the verge of tears. Life is good. And there’s so much to love about it. Uncle Ken would have been so pissed if he knew we were sitting around crying over him. He’d want us to feel the joy in our lives. And between owning our own home, having a new pooch in our little family, being closer to Jim’s family, and the numerous little things that make life amazing, I think I may just be able to stay happily in Roseville. …for a while anyway.

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October 17, 2012

One year down, the rest of our lives to go

I know, I know. I promised you a full report when we got back from our anniversary weekend, but things got a little crazy in the meantime. Jim gave us about half an hour to eat lunch when we got home from Monterey before we were off with our realtor looking at more houses. She had six lined up for us and boy were we striking out.

The first one was…weird. That’s the best we could describe it. Not bad. Just weird. Like you walk in from the street to what is essentially the back yard, with a pool and a patio and a bbq area. We then walked around the other side of the house, looking for the front door, but all we found was a small patch or tan bark surrounding the walkway…we’re talking a few feet from the fence to the house. The door was there, but it was…yea, weird. We went inside and into the first bedroom to the right. It had double closets, which was nice….but in the back of the second one was a door…to the next room, the den, basically. Weird, right? The kitchen was nice, good size. The living space was…big…and there was a little..sunroom? except there was no door, so it was more like a nook of windows…it was…yea, you guessed it. Weird. The master was small. Master bath was small. Overall, it wasn’t bad. We didn’t cross it off the list…not till later. But I’m getting there.

Next we saw two foreclosures on the other side of town, the side I don’t want to be on. I gave it a chance. It struck out. What can I say? These houses were AWFUL. Completely trashed, needed so much work AND priced way too high for us to even consider.

There were two houses in Rocklin. One the owners accepted a cash offer pretty much as we were on our way there and the other one, it ended up they weren’t ready to show it yet.

The last house we saw was in central Roseville, pretty much on the very edge between “I won’t live there” and “I’ll consider it for the right house.” We drove up and I wasn’t impressed yet. It is painted a pretty icky brown. But paint isn’t permanent and it really isn’t a huge deal to me. I just don’t care that much. What I did love at first sight was the red door. I have always told Jim I want a red door…in the past we even joked about him buying me a red door for our future house. So this red door was promising.

Once inside we found ourselves facing a lovely open floor plan, three bedrooms, a beautifully updated kitchen (in the exact color scheme I would have chosen myself) a really cool little den with french doors and a cute little backyard, a tiny bit smaller than we were hoping for, but it’ll do.

We put an offer in that night. They accepted the next morning. We had the contract by that afternoon and I was in the loan guy’s office the next morning signing paperwork. That being said, we’re in escrow! We just had the home inspection last night and there are no major problems. The house isn’t falling down or rotting from the inside out, so we’re moving forward. Appraisal should be next week and that’s pretty much our last major hump. As long as it appraises at or above what we offered, we’re moving forward!

So that’s why I haven’t posted about our anniversary yet. I haven’t had time to sit down and edit photos, mostly. And my brain has been on overdrive. Anyway, better late than never right?

The actual date of our anniversary was Monday October 8th, so we decided to take a long weekend, starting in Santa Cruz for a night with Jim’s grandparents.

Highlights of night one:

Hours of enjoyable conversation with the grandparents

Delicious dessert crepes at The Crepe Place (which won out over ice cream at Marianne’s because Jim hates the crowd and The Crepe Place has an amazing outside garden patio area)

Rescuing a cat from under the house

Grandma’s scalloped potatoes

In the morning, we started south for Monterey and stopped at one of Jim’s favorite beaches, Seacliff State Beach.

Toward the end of World War I, when the country was facing steel shortages, this ship, as well as two others like it were built of cement, but weren’t finished until the war ended. This ship, the Palo Alto, was towed here and settled into the bottom and became an amusement attraction with a dance floor, heated pool, cafe and other such concessions. The company that owned it went broke after two seasons and it was stripped and left to the seagulls. (source)

Its kind of sad, really.  It just sits there, half sunk and stinking like seals and seagull poop. We didn’t stay long. Just long enough to take some photos before climbing back up the 150 steps (yes, I counted) to the parking lot.

Once back on the road, it took us close to an hour to get to Monterey. We settled into our room and walked down to the wharf.

You like my gettin all crazy with my saturation? I think it looks cool.

Ok, real time now. This was our view at dinner. Not too shabby, eh?

It just occurred to me that I didn’t take any actual photos of the wharf. Oh, well. I did get this shot of Jim with our appetizer course before dinner (we had an hour before our dinner reservation and we were STARVED).

I know San Francisco is supposed to be The Man when it comes to clam chowder, but I’m not sure they’ve got Monterey beat. The next day we had another bread bowl from a different restaurant and we couldn’t tell which was better they were both so dang delicious…and different.

And I did get this photo of me trying on a cool mask in a store.

That night we picked up a bottle of wine from a little boutique wine shop after chatting wine with the owner for like half an hour. He was cool, knew his local stuff. We also stopped at the chocolate shop along the way and grabbed some dessert to go with our wine.

Don’t these look delish? Mine were the one with the jelly bean on top. It had peanut butter inside and the s’mores one with the graham crumbs on top. Jim’s were peach and coconut…also in the photo above you can see my dark caramel marshmallow and Jim’s key lime which were eaten before the photo below was taken.

The wine was so-so. A little dry for my taste, but it was drinkable.

The next day we went to the aquarium, Jim’s favorite part of Monterey. We were a little early, so we went to look at the bay and finish our coffee.

Jim doesn’t let me take many pictures of him…or us together for that matter. He gets so annoyed. So I’m going to post all four of them.

The first place we went was the penguins because they were being fed right as the aquarium was opening. This is my favorite shot. It’s blurred because he’s diving, but I love the spray of bubbles behind him and how just smooth he seems to be slicing through the water.

From there we went to check out a few other feedings, including the puffins. The one in the bottom left of the photo below was heading toward the door where the guy eventually came out with food. He sure knew where his meals came from!

My favorites are the jellies, I think. They’re so pretty and so bright and colorful. I don’t know, though. Seahorses are pretty dern cool too. They look so peaceful and serene…and also a bit mystical, like they might not exist outside of a fantasy or something.

The rest of the day we spent just sort of roaming around by the aquarium and resting. We got a couples massage, which I think is pretty overrated. There’s not much special about simply being massaged in the same room. Although I’m not sure what else I expected. Then we had a relatively early dinner, followed by another trip to the chocolate shop.

Dinner was interesting. We bought a living social deal for the hotel, which included a room, a spa credit and a restaurant credit. Well the restaurant was Spanish inspired, so they served tapas, which I’ve had only once before and Jim’s never had. It was interesting. And delicious and we would definitely do it again!

Grilled peaches with goat cheese and spinach and a tomato tart. I didn’t get a photo before we devoured our first course: hardboiled egg with shrimp and something spicy, watermelon with feta and fig and goat cheese toasts. Oh man, I want some just writing about it!

Free “Happy Anniversary” chocolate cake with raspberry gelato!

After dinner was the most special, though. No! Not like that.

On the last evening of our honeymoon in Santorini, we shared a delicious bottle of wine and watched the sunset over the Aegean Sea.

For Jim’s birthday last year, my mom bought (Read:imported) him a bottle and we decided to save it for our one year anniversary.

The next morning we left Monterey around 9:30, got home just after noon, ate lunch and met Kia to look at houses! And you know the rest.

October 4, 2012

October madness: Train and House Hunting

Welcome to my life, October! My busiest month all year, I think.

I gave you a brief rundown of all the goings on of this month. Last weekend we saw Train in Reno with my youngest brother and his girlfriend and my mom. I wish I’d gotten some photos, but we were having such a dang fun time, I didn’t even pull my phone out once to take one. My bro took some video. If you want to check it out, his ID is MrTacoBoat. My favorite part of the show was the mash up they did of  songs through the years. And there’s a point in the Drops of Jupiter video where he moves his phone around and gets a shot of all of us. If you’re into that kind of thing. For now, I guess the best I can do for you is this: both bros and I at my wedding.

My youngest brother Dan is to my left. Matt is to my right. He’s 3 years younger than me. (photo by Sarah Maren Photography)

I love my bros. I got pretty lucky in that department. They’re pretty awesome people and great brothers! This is actually one of my favorite pictures from our wedding…you know, that doesn’t feature Jim and I.

Anyway, so today is Thursday, and Jim and I leave for Santa Cruz on Saturday morning where we will begin our one year anniversary celebration with Jim’s grandma and her husband, Lutz (who is for all intents and purposes “grandpa” but we call him Lutz…I guess because he’s not Jim’s mom’s dad? I dunno. But it works).

The only photo our photographer got of the four of us. It’s cute, but it’s supposed to be a portrait. What the heck? (photo by Sarah Maren Photography)

We are spending the night with them on Saturday before heading to Monterey for the rest of the weekend. I got a living social deal for a hotel there that included credit at the restaurant and the spa. We’ll probably go to the aquarium, cruise around town, go to the beach, maybe check out Carmel for one day. Who knows. We don’t have plans further than the dinner and spa reservations I made. We are exchanging gifts on Friday, I think, because we both bought things that were way too big to bring with us. I wish I could show you now what I got Jim. I’m SOOOOO excited about it. He’s going to absolutely LOOOOOOVE it. I just know it.

Last week, we buttoned up the last of the crap we needed to do for our pre-approval for our home loan, so this past week, we’ve been looking at houses. The market in California, and specifically the area we are in, is insane. There are so few houses and so many buyers that there are often multiple offers on one house and bidding wars are pretty common from what our agent tells us.  It’s a little discouraging for first time buyers, but not impossible, and we have a conventional loan, not a FHA, so we should be okay.

That being said, we found a house we love! I’m trying so hard not to get too excited because the likelihood of us getting the first house we put an offer on is pretty slim, I guess. But it’s so cute. It’s the perfect size and it has a really nice yard and it just needs some minor work…interior paint and carpet. The layout is great and there are some neat little unique features. The neighborhood is really nice, schools are great and there’s a park just around the corner.  I think it would be a really great first home for us.

Anyone else ever use the Snipping tool in Windows? This photo is from Google Maps. So freaking amazing.

We saw it on Tuesday night, the day after it came on the market. Tonight we’re going back to see it during daylight. I CAN’T live in a house that feels like a cave, so we need to see what kind of natural light it gets…and hopefully I can see that through the awful bright paint.  Our moms are coming along mostly because they’re curious but also because we value their opinions. The seller isn’t reviewing offers until Sunday, so tomorrow we’re sitting down with our agent and putting together our offer. We’re hoping people are scared off by the paint and also the mild smell that betrays the fact that the current owners have cats. And it’s not updated. Our agent says the seller wants a family or a young couple ready to start a family, and we fit that bill perfectly!

We also looked at a different house on Tuesday. It’s a bit different. It’s brand new. Built in 2008 and its questionable as to whether its been lived in at all or not. It’s technically zoned as a condo because it’s in a development made up of six houses that all share the same driveway. They all have their own garage and their own yard. They’re independent of each other, but they share a driveway. The one we liked faces out to the street, so it’s not sharing a driveway like the others are. It has a very small yard, but the square footage is good and the layout is good and we’d be comfortable there. It’s not a dream house. It’s a first house. And it’s priced $60,000 less than the one we are putting an offer on. The downside of this one…besides the small yard and close neighbors…is that it’s currently tied up in a bankruptcy deal with the two houses next to it and a decision won’t be made on the case until January. At that point, it might not even be for sale depending on the judge’s decision. So this one is in the backup position at present.

The one we are looking at is the one with the star. The one that google marked is also for sale, but it’s smaller and just too cramped in the corner for our taste

I’ll keep you posted on our house hunting progress. It’s so exciting! Cross your fingers for us that our offer will be accepted on Sunday! I’ll try to post again before the weekend, but if not, I’ll have a full recap when we get back!

September 26, 2012

It’s today!… And a little Train lovin’

Today is moving so slowly! But then again, why shouldn’t it? Don’t all exciting days go by slowly? I mean Jim and I have only been waiting for this day for six months. And even so, it may not end up being THE day afterall.

You’re probably wondering, by now, what the heck I’m yammering on about. And I’ll get there, but first let’s talk about breakfast. After all, it is the most important meal of the day.

Doesn’t that just look scrumptious? I mixed a little pumpkin in with my oatmeal this morning (by the way, I cook my oats in almond milk to make them creamy. It works so much better than adding the milk after cooking with water). Then I topped it all with a splash of maple syrup…real maple syrup, none of that Mrs. Butterworth’s crap, some toasted pecans and just a few chocolate chips.

Honestly, as much as I love chocolate, I think I’d omit the chips in the future. Yesterday I was craving the crap out of something gooey and warm and chocolatey, and I thought maybe the chips would do it for me…it accomplished what I needed, but even though the flavors worked well together, it just seems like it’s gonna be a one time thing. Anywhoo, like I said yesterday, I looooove anything pumpkin, so there ya have it.

While I’m leaving you hanging, I’m going to let you know this is the last post I’ll be making, probably, this week (Although I may post you the recipe for some delicious little morsels I’m making for a birthday party on Saturday, but we’ll see how I’m feeling at that point) because tomorrow I’m off! For four days! I’m beyond stoked, I must tell you. This weekend kicks off our Manic October filled with birthdays, our one year anniversary, a trip to Disneyland with a special dinner at Club 33, a grape-stomping event at our favorite Napa winery, and of course, this weekend’s fun!

I am so stoked!!!

My youngest brother is going to school at UNR in Reno, so we figured this was the perfect venue for this year’s Train tour. It occurred to me only last week that we’ve been to see them every year for gosh only knows how long. Last year we saw them at Thunder Valley Casino in Lincoln. This one was good. We had super close seats and…well, once the sun went down (holy nasty squinting face!) it was an amazing show…although their shows are always pretty amazing.

The year before it was in Berkeley at the Greek Theater (we passed on this venue because it was MISERABLE seating. Tiny narrow bench style stadium seating with about 12 inches to all your own and no back support. We were lucky to find a nice security guy that allowed us to sit in a vacant section by ourselves) for my mom’s 49th birthday. We stayed in San Francisco and had afternoon tea at the Palace Hotel the next day.

Mom and I looking a tad like we’re about to mug someone and the two men we observed taking in afternoon tea at the table behind ours

Let’s see, the year before that we saw them….oh, San Diego! July 6th. We spent the 4th at Disneyland and watched the fireworks from…wait for it…the parking lot by Paradise Pier Hotel! YES! That’s where our car was, and wanna know something? We could see them perfectly, we had our little snacks and there wasn’t a soul around!

Before that we saw them as a family in Clear Lake. This one was special because I was at school and my dad flew the family down and picked me up before heading to Clear Lake. Except the resort where the concert was was on the other side of the lake. So he rented us a limo for the night. Boy did we feel cool riding up in that thing! This was actually the first time I’d even ridden in a limo. It was pretty cool. My dad is pretty cool when he’s not letting his other stuff get in the way…but that’s not a chat for the blog.

Anywhoo,  the first time I saw them was in 2001, I think, and I had just started college. I remember thinking “the best concert ever would be Matchbox 20 and Train.” The next week, they announced Matchbox 20 would be touring with Train. I bought tickets immediately. And the second time I saw them was my sophomore year in college when they played Alice’s Now & Zen fest in Golden Gate Park. Mom and I took the ferry into San Francisco and walked from the ferry building to the park. It was a pretty amazing day, too. They’re all pretty amazing experiences. We always seem to make a to-do about it, even though its not really intentional. I do feel like I’m missing one, though. I’ll have to ask my mom and I’ll get back to you.

Anyway, the concert is tomorrow night….after acupuncture at 10 am and the hour or so drive to Reno. I’ve actually developed a pretty interesting response to the acupuncture: I fall asleep. Every time. I remember asking my mom if she ever fell asleep when I first started. She said in 12 years, she’d fallen asleep maybe twice. But I do it every. single. time. Not that I mind. It’s just interesting. I lie there with needles in my back, trying to focus on my breathing and relax all my muscles. I guess I’m successful because it never fails. I’m zonked within five minutes. So I guess we should add a short nap to the list of things that come before the concert tomorrow.

But also before the show, we’re having dinner with some really close family friends, one of which was diagnosed with cancer this year, and isn’t expected to live too many more years. One of our favorite places to eat with them in Reno is the steakhouse at Harrah’s, so hopefully he was able to get reservations there. If not, I’m sure he’s got another place up his sleeve. That guy knows EVERYONE is Reno.

Okay, I’ve delayed enough, kept you hanging a sufficient amount of time.

This afternoon Jim and I have an appointment with the mortgage guy at the bank. We’re going to apply for our pre-approval for our home loan!!! So exciting, right?! Now we can REALLY start looking for houses…hopefully. If we’re approved.

That’s all I’ve got for you for now. Wish us luck!

June 11, 2012

Does place equal identity?

I’m reading Under the Tuscan Sun for book  club this week, and I’ll be honest with you, it’s not the easiest book to get through. There are parts that just drag me through. I think it’s due to the lack of dialogue..and the fact that while you see the world from the author’s eyes, you don’t really get a great sense for who she really is. It’s hard to relate to her.

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In the course of reading this book, though, I’ve picked out a few morsels that were worth underlining and page-marking. The one I found last night is this:

“Where you are is who you are. The further inside you the place moves, the more your identity is intertwined with it. Never casual, the choice of place is the choice of something you crave.”

This caption spoke to me. I’ve always felt like I was in the wrong place, like my life was supposed to exist in another location. I always chalked it up to dissatisfaction with my life, discontentment with myself that would transfer to another physical location with me. “Wherever you go, there you’ll be,” right?

But then I read this section of Under the Tuscan Sun last night, and it made me wonder whether I’ve been shutting up valid voices. What if I really should be considering the possibility that my life would be better, I would feel more like me if I lived in a location that I felt something for. Because let’s face it. Roseville is nothing to me. It is simply a location that’s far enough away from where I grew up to be tolerable and close enough to “stuff” (ie grocery stores, a mall, etc) that I feel a sense of convenience (even if not when it comes to feeding my face). It’s also within driving distance of work (back up there where I grew up) and close to family. Those are about the only good things about it.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve felt like I belonged somewhere else. The East Coast, specifically. Even before I’d been there, I had this sense that that was where I belonged. I’m not sure where I got it from. Maybe I watched too much television…more likely I read too many books. We didn’t have power where I spent the majority of my childhood, so I was either reading books or climbing trees…or reading books up a tree. We would watch a couple of shows in the evening, as a family, using the generator that powered our necessary electronics. So it was probably more likely I got the idea from a book than from television.

One of my favorite books as a child, about a girl who flies across the country with her grandfather in a Piper Cub

But I digress. The point is, somewhere along the line I drew up this fantasy of “living on the East Coast.” And you know what? Being over there makes me immensely happy. I won’t lie. My dream come true is to have all of my family and friends and Jim’s family move to Connecticut. Although I’d take North Carolina too…or Rhode Island. I adore Newport! Or the Boston area. I LOOOOOVE Boston. I’ve spent so much time trying to learn to love myself so that I can be happy wherever I am. But is that really the answer? Would I really be just as dissatisfied if I lived somewhere I loved instead of somewhere I nothing?

Seriously, look at this house! They don’t have houses like these where I live…not that I could afford the $7.7 million price tag, but still, it’s there if something comes up… (source)

Roseville is full of chain stores, chain restaurants, cookie cutter houses. It’s a total suburb. It bores me. I long for a quaint downtown with little cafes and cute shops. Roseville has a downtown, but it’s sorely lacking in the cafes and shops. I long for streets lined with trees that change from green to vibrant yellow, orange and then red as the year progresses toward its end. I want to feel the pride of a place, the history, the culture, the little quirks that make it unique.

Famous Bannister’s Wharf in Newport, RI. Photo taken on Jim’s and my trip around the country two years ago

There isn’t a single unique thing about Roseville. If you closed your eyes, someone could pluck you out of any spot in Roseville and plunk you down in any spot in any other suburb, and you’d barely know you’d moved. I feel miserable when I think of living in Roseville for the rest of my life. But I feel trapped, some of which is my own doing. I can’t help that I would miss my family, Jim’s family, our friends, if we were to move across the country. And even though he says he would consider it, I think Jim really wants to stay here. And why wouldn’t he? He grew up in San Jose. Roseville is probably paradise in comparison.

At least you could ask the neighbors for decorating advise…they have the same house. (source)

But there’s another element to my hatred of Roseville, too. It’s still far too close to where I grew up. I feel like I haven’t branched out, started my own life yet. I don’t want to live a reasonable distance from where I grew up. I want new experiences. I want to feel like my life is of my choosing, not someone else’s. And who knows? Maybe I would choose blasé old Roseville. But how will I know that unless I try something else first?

My question to you is this: do you love where you live? And if so, do you think it has anything to do with your sense of self? If you don’t, do you feel like a relocation would change that?

 

April 11, 2012

House hunting and having a hard time

Let me preface with good news: we’re looking for a house to buy!

Now the not so great news: I haven’t posted in over a week.

Partly it’s because I have no photos. What’s a blog post without photos? And partly its because I have no energy. I’m knee deep in tests and theories, and at this point crossing my fingers for a vitamin D deficiency, but nothing is concrete yet. I still have no answers as to why I’m so tired all the time.

It’s really starting to get in the way of my life. I don’t feel like cooking. But I don’t want to eat unhealthy restaurant food, nor do I want to spend the extra cash to eat out every night. I get home every night and all I can do is crash. I haven’t even been to the gym in weeks.

In the meantime, we’re looking for a house…to buy. Which, of course, is scary as heck. Our lease at the apartment is up in July, and we need more space. For what we could rent a house for, we could buy a dern nice one, so we are readjusting our options.

But it’s a pretty dismal market out there, and of course, our realtor says we are looking in possibly one of the most competitive markets in all of California. Great, right?

Which, of course, means that the house we found, the one that’s perfect: exact location, great size, good lot size, etc, etc…is in the process of being sold. Pooey.

Isn’t that a beautimous kitchen? And it’s totally in our price range. Sad face.

So we move on. And there are some more houses we like. Even a few that are still technically on the market. Real estate is so crazy. Like, if this house has an offer accepted and it is pretty much sold, why do you need to leave it up and rub it in my face that I can’t have it? Rude.

I told Jim we should sign up to go on House Hunters, the television show on HGTV where we see the buyers’ top three choices and watch them choose one. It would be fun. I bet the waiting list is forever, though. At any rate, that’s not really our style. We just want a place to live…and soon.

My problem is that I have no patience. I want to find the perfect house right now for the perfect price and just buy it. Maybe this will be a good lesson for me.

Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on all fronts. I have a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday to read more blood test results. And we go for our preapproval for the home loan this evening. Also this week, I’m attending a wedding and a bridal shower (for two different people). Lets just hope I can stay standing!

Have a great week!