There is no doubt that we have fully embraced the suburbs life. Lol. I am not complaining. I love it! We were joking about it last night though, so it’s on my mind.
We found out yesterday that our escrow shortage has finally been resolved. Our mortgage company had it all fucked up from the beginning, then refunded us when they weren’t supposed to, which obviously exacerbated the issue, so our mortgage payment went up by about $1500 for an entire year. We are fortunate enough to have been able to take the hit, but it still sucked. But now it’s going back down by $1000 – which is where it always should have been – and we feel rich! So now we’re getting a cleaning service to come in a couple of times per month. It’s so privileged, I know, but fuck if it won’t be nice (and honestly we really need the help).
I’m hoping this also means I finally get my landscaping in the spring.
I may be obsessed with my house. Lol.
We have a friend who has been quite judgmental about suburbs living recently. It seems that people can only be happy in the city? It was bothering me for a while, but then I realized that it shouldn’t. I know I’m happy. I’m way happier here than I ever was living in the city. To each their own, and if you need to hate on someone else’s idea of happiness, that really says more about you than it does about them.
Sorry not sorry.
In a bit, we are going to do some stereotypical Saturday suburban couple stuff: a trip to Lowe’s, and then hitting up the Bed, Bath, and Beyond (lol…can’t get that Will Ferrel quote from Old School out of my head), and grabbing a drink before heading home.
Tonight, we are heading over to C&J’s house to do my belated birthday wine tasting night. I am very excited for the good wine and even better company. It will be fabulous, no doubt.
The title of this post comes from a quote in the episode of SATC I just finished. It felt appropriate for this post. Isn’t it funny how stuff like that comes together sometimes.
