Read about the misadventures of a sped high school teacher in Savannah, GA as he sails through the exciting seas of committment, marriage with step-kids, some tour guiding while he attempts to break into the world of professional storytelling and the occasional act of piracy.
Monday, September 1, 2014
First Time for Everything.....
In the previous three
years, Kim and I have several firsts. First phone call. First date. First kiss.
Today was another first. We looked at our first house.
Two weeks ago, this would have never happened so what has
changed? Simple. Mom has decided to sell the family home and move on to Metter.
In my last post, I explained in great detail the whole
story. At the end I also recognized it was just a place and I’d be happy
anywhere I lived so long as Kim and the kids were there along with the occasional
visits from Aunt Mary and Aunt Christine not mention Amy, Kim's sister, who always makes the best cocktails. While, on one hand it sucks, on the
other it has been quite freeing. I am amazed at how easily I am adjusting to
the idea of not having a home at 2619 Salcedo Ave.
We rent and have been here for several years. I love my
house from the swinging bachelor days when I moved in here five years ago to
the quiet family life I have here now over cook outs by the pool. Over the past
year or so, Kim has often mentioned the money we’d save if moved somewhere
smaller or bought. I’d always balk because I knew the family home was in my
future and I didn’t want to get stuck with a house payment and the family
That’s all gone now so I am freed up to look around and
not feel tied to anything. And we did. It was pretty exciting.
The New Geeky Hut or maybe stately Rich Manor?
I had never looked at a house to purchase before. The
place is a foreclosure out on the marsh. I’d have a deck with palm trees. There’s
a huge fireplace to hold my Star Wars Trash Compactor Book ends and room for
Xmas stockings. I pictured myself cooking many pancakes over the island in the
kitchen. I already could picture Roni and Jude’s room. I also know where I want
the shark head to go.
I flash forwarded to next summer Raising Arizona style to a scene of us hosting a cookout when the
Freenors would arrive along with David Westbrook and his magical recorder. We’d
pop a few beers as much shit would be given to me about whatever point Steve
and Dave could rib me about. Jeff Doke and family would arrive with their obligatory
bottle of rum and his guitar for a little strumming on the deck.
So are we going to buy this place? I have no idea. It’s a
HUD home with much to look at. Yet for the first time, I allowed myself to do just
that. Look at something I had not already pre-ordained in my head. And somehow
I survived. Lol.
The reason I am writing this is because I now know I am
going to be all right with this unexpected change in my life. I had fun walking
around with my wife and trying to plan out in my head how to fit all of our
stuff into this new place. I want to do it again and I suspect we will now.
A couple of days ago, I came across this on Facebook. I
don’t really go for all those uplifting expressions and usually reserve my meme
watching for something more sarcastic. Yet this one got a hold of me and just
wouldn’t let go. I guess someone is trying to tell me something and for once, I
am going to listen.
Well there you go, another first…..I’m getting good at