It's been a long time, my friends.
I guarantee it's not all for naught-- there are things in the background brewing.

Boyfriend and I had a wonderful camping trip in June. July and August brought adventures in both real life and the legal system.
September- sweet sweet September- brought the knowledge that I am now a homeowner. This knowledge is not as terrifying as people promised it would be. In fact, I am excited about what's to come, be it new discoveries of this house I've seen twice or finding out that the wall is caving in(heaven forbid). I'm ready.
October has brought sci-fi conventions, a vacation to Colorado, still waiting for news from the house, and the anticipation of another glorious Halloween with wonderful friends.


A reminder, as I prioritize time to edit pictures and spend time with boyfriend and appliance websites:
It is far too easy to look at the day-to-day and remember few, if any, memorable moments. But when you look back over a period of time-- where you are now versus four or five months ago-- it's amazing to see how many changes you find within yourself.

This house was a pipe dream to me. How on earth could I justify a home on a known bad street, beautiful as it was? I spent a lot of time talking with friends, asking what they thought of the neighborhood or living in the area. I talked to mothers raising children within city limits on their thoughts, this being important to me as I was a child of city schools and want to have children of my own.
And you know what I learned? That everyone's experience is different. One person will love it for every person who hates it. All I can do is experience it for myself to see the results.
You know, I can move in a few years if the house doesn't work for me. But that's not why I bought the house. I bought it because it makes me happy. I can imagine spending my entire life there. I can imagine raising my children there. That's important to me. I won't let anyone affect my opinions from street name bias. This is my decision to make. This may be my mistake to make, but it's mine. Not anybody else's.

I look forward to painting, installing appliances, making this place my own-- although the second story bathroom having a beautiful red on the walls and jets in the tub makes it easier already-- in the near future. I look forward to the moment where I plop down on the couch and look around. This isn't my parent's basement. This isn't my boyfriend's and my place. This is my home. I don't have to keep certain boxes in reserve thinking I won't need them until I move again.

I don't want to move again. That's the point.


Stay tuned, dear readers. My excitement, my adventures, my life... it's only beginning.