suburbia

Here we are, knee deep in the stress we intentionally created. We found a house...put in an offer and are now, in realtor terms, Under Contract. (knocking on wood in hopes of preventing any jinxing). It's happening. The effect...nausea.

This frighteningly adult decision was sparked by the idea it was time for us to plant our roots and create a stable environment for our kids. Well...semi stable. While this all sounds peachy, my gypsy notions are doing somersaults in my gut.

Luckily, we found a house that not only will fulfill the needs of a family with 77 children and an ewok...but it will also allow us a bit more space and options than we had planned for. For all this, we sacrified location. Our hopes of living in town have been crushed by the temptation of a 2 car garage, 4 bedroom, 3 bath suburbian lifestyle. Hopefully we'll be gettin' a good ol' mini-van before the year is up and perhaps I'll even join the PTA. Although my enjoyment over spiking the Kool-Aid might get me kicked out, but hell, maybe I'll still give it a go.

Hopefully things will all pan out and mid-September there will be a House Warming Party to shame all others.