There are some things in life that are easy. Opening a Jello cup. Easy. Like, super easy. It might be the most universally easy task in the world.Think about it; the foil top is practically begging to come off. Its got a nice big tab, the glue isn't great (try not to think about what this means for the sanitary condition of the contents, I'm sure its fine...), and the cup is a nice size for holding during opening. In a word (not to berepetitive, but...) its easy. C'est facile, if you want to know the French phrasing for it.
ASIDE: I can also give you the French translation for other important phrases. "J'ai perdu mon vache sur la montagne. Qu'est que tu veux faire a demain ? Elle a une forte gomme, un perle rose." "I have lost my cow on the mountain. What do you want to do tomorrow? She has a strong eraser, a pink pearl." I really feel like I'm ready to visit the country.
But when we're talking about things that are easy, something that does not make the list is finding a house to buy. In the rare exception, people findthe perfect house, in the right location, needing a bearable amount of work, at a great price. Or maybe, when I wrote "in the rare exception", I should have written "Once upon a time, in a land far far away...", because that situation is far removed from any reality I know.
This process has been hard. Like, resisting fresh chocolate-covered strawberries when you're a little bit hungry, hard. Or maybe thats just my own personal purgatory (have I officially exposed myself as being not Catholic?). Luckily, we're not in a any sort of rush, so I have gads of time for all of this personal growth. We have found some we liked, even thought we had a few winners which turned out not to be. LOSERS!
The hard part for me is that I fall in love, and fast. All of the sudden, the things that used to matter don't matter anymore; I stop spending time with my friends, start talking back to my parents... Oh, wait, thats what happens when you fall in love with a loser in high school. What happens to me is that things like mortgage payments/budgets, location, and the amount of work needed don't seem to matter anymore. Then when Handsome tugs me back to earth, I get upset and tell him he's rushing my dreams. Like, I want to make him a new license plate that says DRM CRSHR, even though it has too many letters.
I'm learning to be a grown-up through this. Really, by now I've fielded enough disappointments (of my own making by getting all hyped up about a house with a neighbor who was dealing cocaine, hypothetically) that I've got character coming out my ears. We're still going, we haven't given up. And it still feels like its the right time, not that I put a whole lot of stock in feelings. But we're finally (using the term "we" loosely) being rational and reasonable about this, making information-based decisions and taking our time. I'm not going to promise that I won't fall in love again, but hopefully its with a nice house, well-educated, and from a good family.