Third time's a Charm

what did we learn from Goldilocks and the Three Bears? that bears and humans will never live peacefully under one roof? that bears love porridge? surprisingly, no. we learned that the third time is always a charm, in this case, a chair, porridge, and a bed. sometimes, it takes us a little time to figure out when things are just right.

i'm a firm believer of things falling apart in order for better things to fall into place. i think that notion got even deeper roots within me after reading a famous novel appropriately titled Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe. the novel is filled with so many different themes and motifs such as culture, struggle between change and tradition, language, and animal imagery. it is a great read and i highly recommend it. spoiler alert, better things do NOT fall into place in the novel, which is why i enjoy it so much. hmm, so why again did i use this novel as a model for better things falling into place? oh well. any reason to plug an enjoyable read of mine into the blog.

anyways, connecting this notion of things falling apart with the Goldilocks moral of finding something just right, i potentially have found my future home for the next four years. i've purchased my own condo and plan to move in once extreme makeover: condo edition finishes with the place. but believe you me, it did not come easy. i had my fair share of too high/too low locations, too hot/too cold places, and too hard/too soft bedrooms. while i meant those things figuratively, they also were true literally.

the first place we had lined up seemed nice. everything was set to go until the tenant living there told us that she had just renewed her lease for a year. what?!? so why is the owner putting it up for sale? i smell a rat. i didn't like the fishy stuff going on with that place so that was strike one.

the second place was even better than the first. wood floors, crown moldings, and did i mention, wood floors? it almost seemed to good to be true. Until that thought actually became a reality. don't you hate when that happens? we found out later that night that the owner had signed a contract the day before. strike two. So we had to pick this other place. all the paperwork was signed, all the papers initialed, and all the T's crossed and I's dotted.

however, this morning, we looked at a third place. better location, no rug floors throughout the place, and much much better location. i saw a lot of potential there and was happy to put my initials down about a million times again to cancel the contract before and apply them to the new one. sometimes, things fall apart in order for better things to fall into place.

i apologize for the lack of humor in this post. i guess this is a pretty big occasion for me and i didn't want to jinx it by making fun of it. and it's always nice to post a semi-serious blog every once in a while. ok, this is getting too emo and retrospective. make it stop! make it STOP! let the record show that i just used the word "retrospective." i think i'll just end it here before i start to ramble on about ridiculous things like feelings. you caught me in a vulnerable state, i'm a homeowner!

thanks for reading.

-jdv