All right, all right. I’ve got an announcement to make. In two weeks time, we will be closing on our first house. Well, assuming we don’t have to move the date in order to get all of the things fixed in it that are getting fixed.
I’m happy. I’m excited. I’m scared to death. It’s a beautiful, weird, eccentric house with a tree in the living room and a garden out back. I’ve been trying to keep my mouth shut about it because that’s what The Russian wants. But seriously, it’s two weeks away. It’s not like we can keep a secret as big as “Oh yeah, we bought a house and now live there” from everyone know forever. They’re going to find out. In fact, some of our friends we hadn’t told found out. Grrr. Remind me to shake my fists angrily at whoever let it slip. We wanted to tell everyone in person.
Oh well. C’est la vie.
The other good news is that the job market out there looks a lot better than it does over here. I’ve applied to a few. Some I’m more excited about than others, and I’d really like to have a job I’m in love with that also utilizes my strengths and abilities to their fullest potential. I’m just hoping that the Illinois government gets itself sorted out in a way that doesn’t prompt more mass layoffs in education. I know pension reform is some sort of politcal cure-all. But seriously guys, you think you’re mad about class sizes now?