If you follow me on the Instagram or we’re friends on the Facebook you may be able to predict what I’m about to say. No, I’m not wild with child (seriously, people), but something equally as money sucking is going on in our lives. Officially. Team Morton has, as of 1:40 p.m., - wait for it - bought a house. We met the house last Saturday and since then we’ve gone through a mini bidding war, the home inspection, the financing, the getting a loan built in to our mortgage to give it a killer basement reno/new roof, and the deep breathing with our heads between our knees as we realize that, woah, life is mega different than we anticipated six months ago. Can I get an amen?
We’re all set to take over ownership on June 13th. I anticipate a meteor shower will happen that night right onto our roof because everything’s gone so smoothly up until this point. And our realtor even loved the pumpkin scone I gave him while we closed everything down. So I mean, a house buying and an appreciative audience for my baking? Perfect day off. Well, that and we've got Alberta family visiting for the holiday. I'll be putting on my bunny ears in the morning to make my nephew's first ever Easter memorable to the max. At least for those of us with fully developed adult brains and hand-eye coordination.
Someone put a notice up at my gym offering free massages because she’s a student. Normally, I wouldn’t reply to that kind of thing but a) it’s a women’s only gym and b) my benefits don’t kick in until September and wouldn’t it be so nice to just have to pay a tip and get a free massage? My back shivers with delight just thinking about. So do my aching shoulders. Ah...
So I texted the number and indicated my interest. It didn't take long before I got a response and we back and forthed a little about my availability before she gave me her address and offered to see me the next evening.
The thing is, her address is in The Hood. Yeah, we live in a city with an area commonly referred to as The Hood. I'm not even kidding you.
Regina has a decently high crime and murder rate but something like practically all percent of it takes place in the North Central part of town a.k.a. The Hood. The rest of the city is pretty safe unless you count everyone on the road driving like they stole it and their hair's on fire.
I texted a couple people I knew in the city about whether it was a good idea or not to go there and to verify if it really was The Hood and their responses were pretty much the same: Well, it's up to you, but maybe don't go at night?
That kind of seals the deal doesn't it? I totally backed out.
So two more months until Karl's benefits kick in and four and a half until mine do (weird, I know) and then I can have some professional work out the shoulder knots without having to carry extra tension in my them the whole time wondering if my car will still have wheels on it when I get out.