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Pura Vida!

We officially became homeowners this morning. We’ve closed on the house, the title is recorded, and after work, we’re going over to OUR home, by ourselves, without our real estate agent, for the first time.

Kinda anti-climactic, really; it all happened electronically. But hey — we’re done. And we’re in a great big heaping pile of debt for the first time in our lives (but at least we’ve got a conventional loan and money left in the bank; the beauty of waiting until you’re in your mid-thirties to buy your first home, I suppose).

I was expecting this to be a BIG DAY!, but it’s not, really. I’m not at all anxious to get into the house tonight. I haven’t been daydreaming about it. I have been daydreaming, but my daydreams have been about…

Yup. Costa Rica. Continue reading

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Ice Cold Glass of Reality

MOTHERF#@%ING $HIT GOD DAMNIT F#@% F#@% F#@%! I’m not in Costa Rica any more!

Argh. We got back in the middle of the night some time between Monday and Tuesday, I think. Who knows. Time is irrelevant in Costa Rica. Since I got back I feel like someone dunked me in an ice cold glass of reality. Shitty, boring, COLD, WINDY, REALITY. Without monkeys and waterfalls and pristine beaches and coconuts filled with rum.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE I LIVE IN? THIS IS THE BEST CITY IN AMERICA? I WANT MY RUM-FILLED COCONUT BACK! Continue reading

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