Holy shit! For real this time. I might just crap my pants.

I've re-written this post five times and I don't know what to do. I'm so excited you guys. Or exci-Ted. Excited!! Did I mention being excited? Good! Bf thought that we shouldnt say anything to anyone but he's already talked about it with his father, my mom called me while we were at the bank and I had to tell Foureyes and Psych and I've talked about it more loosely with like seven people at the party last weekend.

Fortunately, at least three of them supported me. The rest? Not so much. It's funny that they didn't btw, but I'll get into that later. The friggin bank lady from yesterday that didn't give us a loan? Not so much either. If I may say what I think, then I think the bank lady shouldn't give a friggin crap about the reason for our decisions and realise that the stupid tiny lake up on the mountain DOESN'T COUNT AS LIVING NEAR A BODY OF WATER!! She almost didn't want to handle our appointment because of HER personal opinion about it. Holy crap it's easy to tell people that have grown up near water and people who haven't, apart. So far, at least seven inbred St.Aldusers have strongly questioned why that is important and finished it off with "well, I've never lived near water so I wouldn't know.". Gee, really?

I don't even know why people insist on questioning me. It's like someone who loves football really wants a stadium where he/she lives, I would just "I get that." while I'm totally uninterested myself. DON'T ALWAYS JUDGE PEOPLE AFTER YOURSELF, DAMNIT.

Now, end of the rant. No, wait. One more. They question my will to be living somewhere near water, in this instance unnamed town that's 30 minutes from here and they question if it's worth it because it's such a long drive. Then all of a sudden, they say that they can imagine themselves living far out on the countryside, like in a collection of houses outside of St Aldus. Drive time? 25 minutes. What's up with that? At least I would be able to WALK to the store if I need anything.

NOW, no more rant for this time. On to the exciting stuff. I might just pop before I manage to write the end of this post. Now, how shall I.. I'll just say it: We've looked at a house (housing association home?), went to a bank that gave us a loan, put in a bid, won the bidding, about to do a proper inspection of the home and if that clears, mothereffin' sign a contract and MOVE FROM ST ALDUS TO UNNAMED TOWN!!!!!!!!!

I really gotta find a good name for it. Really. Not only that, the lake and walkway around the lake is almost a literal stones throw (I mean, if you can throw a stone reeeally far) away. If I suddenly spot a lovely sunset, I'll just head down the street and I can look at it in full glory! *passing out*

Now, I'm posting this here because if I jinx all of this by posting it on my blog (I'm always very precacious) it just wasn't meant to be. I just NEED TO FRIGGIN TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT'S SO FRIGGIN AWESOME. After my years in towns with water, this is the closest to it that I've had my home. Swoon or what?

*Pops in cosmic orgasm*

Now, I'll write more about this subject and clarify some stuff. It's not ONLY because I'm obsessed with water that I want to move. But yeah, water is forgiving for many flaws. More on that later.

EEEEEP!