I must apologize for being ridiculously absent from the blog world over the past few days, but I’ll confess my spotty postings are due to some major life brewings that have me utterly preoccupied. Namely, my husband and I are in the process of buying a house in Los Angeles. Okay, so the word “buying” may be a bit premature seeing as our final offer hasn’t been accepted yet, but we’ve been actively house hunting for several months and I have a sneaking suspicion that we’ve found our new home. The suspenseful wait to hear back from the owners is killing me, and I’ve been staying up all hours of the night installing kitchen sinks and new light fixtures in my head. Where we make our nests is such a big, lasting decision after all, and – no matter how hard I try – I can’t keep myself from imagining my life in this new space. My husband and I have already made offers on two houses that ended up going to higher bidders, so I should know not to get emotionally attached before the paperwork is signed. But, despite all the level-headed lessons experience has taught me, I remain fixated. This is human nature, though, isn’t it? I mean, haven’t you ever allowed yourself to get your hopes up even when you knew you shouldn’t? Leave a comment.
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