A season of change
So yesterday I just closed on my house. After months of searching and months of paperwork and frustration, I finally have a house. Of course now begins the long process of fixing up the house and getting moved in. I figure I'll be lucky if I'm moved in by the first of the year. I want to redo the kitchen completely and that's going to take time.
I don't mind saying that I'm more than a little scared... I've never been on my own, or lived alone. I'm also kind of excited becuase I will be living on my own and I won't have people telling me what to do. I'm also totally responsible for myself now, with no safety net to fall back on. Flying solo is both frightening and exciting.
It's amazing how there are certain moments that we recognize as times of change while we disregard the others. Every moment is a time of change. Each decision changes our life. If you believe in the theory of a multiverse then there is a universe out there where I'm not writing this but am instead quiting my job and planning to open my own business, or a universe where demons pop out of my monitor and haul me away to a hell where I'm forced to listen to country western singers while burly devils sodomize me for all eternity. Each decision opens infinite doors and closes infinite others. So, why do we only focus on the few? Because we believe those to have signifigance. Reality is defnined by thought, and so is our perception of it.
I should be happier than I am I guess. People keep asking me "So, how does it feel to be a home owner?" The answer is that it feels exactly the same as not owning a home. It's like asking how you feel being another year older... It doesn't hit you in some wave-like epiphany and you're suddenly transformed. No, you wake up and go to work and come home like any other day. In this case you go sign a bunch of papers, give away an obscene amount of money and then they hand you some papers and a key. You don't move in that day and the reality doesn't hit for... oh I'll tell you when it hits.
Everyone wants there own space, their own place. Why? For privacy? Rooms have doors. Why do people need their own house all to themselves? It makes more sense for groups of people to live together. That's how thing used to be hundreds of years ago. Everyone worked and lived together and everyone helped everyone else. Now people need whole plots of land for just themselves. It makes more sense to come together and work as a whole. Sometimes society sucks.
Well I guess that's it for now.
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