I was taking a break from us for a while. You see, sometimes I need my personal space, but I don't have the heart to tell you that. You always take things so personally, and it really has nothing to do at all with you. It' s me. I just wanted to see how it felt to be free again, not burdened by all your unrealistic expectations. And you know what?
It sucked. I like you, you demanding, greedy fools. And I guess if I'm to judge by the little incessant "reminders" to update my page that I have gotten in person, via e-mail, via the cell phone and yes, even via the blog itself, someone other than me actually reads this stuff from time to time.
So here I am, at your service. Whatever shall we discuss first?
Would you know that stupid house at 202 Carolina Ave still isn't on the market? It's starting to make me mad. Maybe I should write a letter...
I have an appointment with a mortgage broker next week. I have to tell you something kind of funny though: I scheduled that day very carefully. My biggest fear is that the mortgage broker will take one look at my pittance of a salary and how much student loan debt I have and basically tell me that it's out of the question for me to own a house. So I scheduled myself to spend the early part of the day with an anesthesiologist at work so that I can console myself with thoughts of the $160,000+ a year I could make with only two more years of school (to be a CRNA).
By the way, the consulate in Chicago will be getting the first card from me shortly. Of course I'll be sure and keep you informed should I get any sort of reply.
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