I'm lonely.

And it sucks. I haven't talked to most of my friends in ages. Okay, I've been busy...I know they're busy. I'm just feeling a little down today and seems like there's no one to talk to. So, I'll blog. Hubby has been in some sort of funk lately too, although when I ask him "what's wrong?" his answer is always "nothing." I don't buy it for one second.

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We went out yesterday & today and drove around looking at houses. It is amazing what pictures can do for homes for sale. I've had this "dream home" that I've been watching. I have it saved to my favorites and check it almost every day to see if an offer is pending, etc. It is a beautiful house (judging by the pictures); the kitchen is updated, has wood floors, nice yard, etc etc. Well, we drove by it yesterday. It certainly didn't live up to its pictures. Granted, we only saw the outside, but I'm already disenchanted. And its about $20-40k more than other similarly-sized houses in the area. I guess it was a good wake up call. The pictures aren't what its all about. I was just so excited to see a house with a kitchen all pretty and nice. It is going to be hard to leave our nice updated house for one that pretty much looks like what our condo used to look like. Ah, such is life. I told Glenn if they could make that house look so great in its pictures that I can't wait to see what our condo looks like!

Today we did find a very nice house. We were just driving around again, looking at houses we had seen online. We drove up to one that had an immaculate yard and was on a quiet, dead end street in a cul-de-sac (bonus points for that!!). As we were leaving we noticed an older guy getting ready to put some signs up on the street corner. Score!! They were having an open house today. It was a nice house, a little small, but nice. It was very clean and well-kept. It was a bit outdated, but I just have to get over that. Gold light fixtures are easily replaced.

I am really excited to be in this phase of home selling/buying process. We want to look around a lot and get a better idea of what's out there because, if we're lucky, we're hoping to get an offer fast.

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Speaking of moving, its funny how when your parents move away that they always want you to move where they are. Um, they moved away. Every time I talk to my dad on the phone he mentions how he's going to send me home listings in the Boise area. My in-laws always talk about how we should move to Georgia. And my mom & stepdad are always encouraging us to move to Montana. Before my inlaws moved to Georgia, they lived for a short while in Arizona. I distinctly remember them asking if we were coming home for the holidays. We are home. They're the ones that left. Its just funny, especially because it is the same with each of our parents.

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I miss kung fu. I just thought I'd throw that out there. Its probably a topic worthy of a whole blog itself. The other day I was cleaning out the laundry room and I found Glenn's old kung fu notebook from when we were both getting ready to test for our black belts. I was thinking of how that was such a big part of our lives, and how now it is nonexistant. We'll never go back. I was thinking of all the forms and how much I miss doing them. Okay, I know I didn't have to stop doing them. For a long time I would do them in my head before I went to bed so I wouldn't forget them. I tried this awhile back and I always get to this one part of Kempo II and I have a mental block. I can't get past it. It frustrated the hell out of me. Anyways, I almost got teary looking at that old notebook and thinking about kung fu. I've thought of practicing a different style (muy thai has always looked interesting), but I just don't know. I liked our style. I don't want to learn a whole new system. I'll write more about this later and explain in more detail.

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Alright, that's it for now. I still feel a bit lonely but it always feels good to write. Now I know why I so feverishly kept a journal when I was younger. I often think I should keep a journal again. Glenn got me a very nice leather-bound one a few years back, but I'll always write in it and then go for ages before I write again. In fact, the last time I wrote was right after we found out we were pregnant, so you know how long that's been. Blogging is fun, and expressive, but I definitely don't blog about things I might write in my own personal journal. Not yet at least.