Had a bit of a melt down last night when I was going to bed. It really hit me that we were MOVING to the 'burbs and getting a house. I think I needed to vent all my fears outloud to a very, very patient husband. I needed him to understand why I was having trouble adjusting.

I have always thought of myself as a 'city girl' and I didn't want to be come the typical 'suburbanite'. I didn't want to only shop in big box stores and eat exclusively at franchised restaurants. I didn't want to spend all my time in the 'burbs and avoid the city except for work. I know these are generalizations, but when faced with change, I tend to do just that.

Remember when I freaked because I didn't want to become a 'Corp'? All they do is wear suits and carry laptops and try to out-do each other with the latest gadgets. This was when I was graduating from my B. Comm and I refused to work in the Banking/Financial industry, worried I'd become a 'Corp', because all they do is focus money and work late hours for the Man. Like I said, I'm bad with the generalizations.

I felt a lot better after my venging session with Gary.

However, I still wasn't all that excited about getting the keys today.
While Gary was practically skipping down the hall, anxious to see the house, I was more focused on where to go for dinner.

But once we got there, I did get cauht up in his excitement. The house is nice and it's in a fabulous neighbourhood (for 'Sauga, anyway). But I still couldn't muster up the same level of love for the place as Gary did. He actually HUGGED the washer and dryer! ha ha.

There is nothing in the house I wanted to hug. All I could do was look at it and think, 'not bad'.
I hope things get better tomorrow when we pick paint colours.