It's official, Trev and I have started looking for a house back in our hometown. It'll mean an hour-long commute to work each day (and back again), but it'll also mean that we're living within minutes of family and friends, rather than an hour away. And I'll get a lot of "reading" done this way, as I LOVE to listen to audio books in the car.
Now to find our perfect first home! (And for me to go through the process with as little stress as possible...) It's all pretty exciting. I'm a little apprehensive about the commute and the added expense it will bring (and stress, come winter). Trying not to worry about that right now. I'm doing my best to get excited about decorating my first home! (Sure, I helped decorate this one, but it'll be different owning the home that I'm sprucing up.)
I think the stress of work is giving me heart palpitations. I took my pulse the other day on my lunch break and my heart skipped a beat EIGHT TIMES in 60 seconds. Unreal. That has been my life for the past four weeks. Luckily they caught it on the EKG I went for two weeks ago, so I'll see what my doctor thinks at my upcoming appointment. It's driving me nuts. Medication, stress, family history, previous personal medical history... no clue what the true cause is or how to make it stop.
Oh, and if you're going to have a garage sale and put out a sign, make sure you spell it properly, or I'm going to stand at the end of your driveway and take a picture.
