Last night, I sat in the bathtub with a glass of wine and watched my heartbeat go thub thub under the skin around my bellybutton for over an hour. Literal navel gazing. Setting a new standard of Gen X* uselessness. And if I thought that at the conclusion of that epically newsworthy event I’d have emerged tranquil and enlightened, I fell a bit short, having only accomplished pruny and very, very clean. It was a good effort, though.
Waiting to close on the house has me in gen-u-ine fits of nerves this week. Once the loan is in underwriting, you can’t really do anything with your finances. I have wedding money to deposit (and deposits to pay), transactions with the insurance company (we have their offer, and soon their check and soon after that, laptops at home!) and other exciting adventures that involve deposits and transfers – none of which I can do until the loan is officially approved. Otherwise, it’s back to the documentation and proof stage and I want to go there about as much as I want to open my Twitter app before SXSW is over. Ugh.
I’m so excited by the idea of having a computer at home again! I won’t lie, though, I’m also really, really nervous about buying anything that’s not cemented into the floor, surrounded by laser beams and accessible only by retinal scan. This is what a successful home robbery will do – make you wish you lived in a bad Mike Meyers spy film. Yeah, baby.
I’ve been working on getting the last 50 thank you notes out – I’m simultaneously addressing wedding invitations so if you haven’t yet gotten your note, it’s because I’m moving a little bit slower, what with the epic hand cramp and all. By this weekend, I promise! My New Year’s resolution was to send more real mail. I think I can safely put a little black check mark next to that one.
*Actually, I don’t know if I’m Gen X or some other more generic classification of Kids These Days. Anyone? I’m 32 and change.
You are bit in the grey area between Gen X and Gen Y. I would say if your parents were born between ’45 and ’55 you’re a Gen X, after that Gen Y.
It also depends on how much Nirvana you listed to in High School.
Coug? Is that you?
What if you were over Nirvana by the time Jr. High was over (30)?
Yep, Schulte sent me an email a while back letting me know that the blog was back up and running. I’m surprised that she hasn’t been “Pitching and Moaning” any Spring Training updates.
I haven’t gone through alllllllllllll the own a home steps (married a man who already owned and moved in) but every time I hear / read about it, it sounds like so. much. work.
You more than have your hands full. Glad you took some “me” time via your hour long bath and navel watching!
I think you just barely squeak into the Gen X range. This could be a good thing…or a bad thing
Signed – a very much Gen X’er
Nice! I think tub therapy is the best- I like those little oil beads that I can hardly ever find anymore. When I do, I take a bath!
And yes, you are right to leave everything alone with your finances right now. They have to track everything, and gifts are not an area you want to discuss with your lender. Approvals happen fairly quickly these days. I can’t wait to see pictures of your new home! Good job! =)
I just took a workshop on intergenerational communication. Gen X has conflicting “end dates”, but it’s generally agreed upon that 1979 and earlier is Gen X. So you make the cut.
Oh cool… A Gen X’er here! (Always wondered but didn’t care enough to look it up so, thank you.
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As for the loan/bank/finances – breathe deep, call upon your patience and stay positive. Then, repeat.
Remember…This too shall pass. (You’re almost there Fish. Hang on!)
I got my note in the mail and it made me grin. Thanks Fish for sending me actually really real mail
Heather, does it mean that along with the laptops all your pictures ever taken are gone?
Yep – not *ever* but a bunch. And all my music. That will teach me to throw away CDs.
There is nothing more stressful than waiting for that final moment when you actually own a house. It will be worth it though. Congrats!
I too am a Gen X almost Gen Y. It’s a confusing place to live. I want to do nothing, and feel as though the world owes me everything — but I’m too Type A for that. Also, I like to wash my hair.
Gen X? Gen Y? I’m losing count!
–Baby Boomer
I think you’d qualify for GenY, but what the heck do I know.
Considering you’re experiencing three of the most stressful things a person could go through, all at the same time, this might possibly be the most stressful period you’ll go through in your life. We’re all proud of you and happy to share in all of the excitement. I recall a while back when you’d met the DorkLord, someone mentioned the fate of your blog since, up until that point, it was focused on your single life. Well, it seems like you’re creating plenty of inspiration for compelling writing for years to come. I’m looking forward to the ride.
Oh, and stop saying things referring to a heartbeat near your tummy, people will talk.
First off, thank you for the ‘thank you’ card! Great to actually get hand-written notes these days…(even though you wrote it upside-down! *grin* )
Secondly, I just closed on a house last Monday (14th). That was the least stressful thing compared to the physical labor of cleaning, painting, carpet removal etc. I wish you the best of luck with your new home and may your muscles be strong enough to get you through it all!
Jim
This is kinda random but I wanted to thank you for your eye-twitch post from a few months ago. My eye started twitching yesterday and I thought of you and remembered I had just started drinking a new brand of coffe that morning. Without you, my eye might have been twitching for weeks (not a huge travesty, but certainly annoying). So, thanks!
What’s up Kiddo? Haven’t seen ya in a few days and I’m just checking in…Hoping all is well….
No shiz about the documentation thing. My folks wanted to help on the house so they had to write a letter saying the money they gave me was a gift, not a loan.
You’re an X/Y cuff, IMO. Wikipedia says Gen X births stopped in 1982, and as we all know WIKIPEDIA IS NEVER WRONG!!!!
Which brings be to the real question. Why don’t you have a Wikipedia entry (and don’t give the porn name excuse). In interweb terms, I’d say you’re famous enough. You’re published. Also, in the future when DL starts some shit you just say “I’m on Wikipedia, bitch!!” and the argument is yours.
If you want I’ll write it.