Bizzarro-Land

I live in a place called Bizzarro-Land. There was an addition of a Bizzarro-Suburb today.

Three weeks ago, I was making phone calls and viewing apartments. Two weeks and five days ago, I was making phone calls and emailing a real estate agent and a lender.

Three weeks ago, I wanted to move out of the Fagan home. Two days ago, I could barely walk out the door.

One week, three days ago I went kayaking on a mostly frozen lake. There was a dead goose frozen to the top of the lake.

One week, two days ago I was sure about the house that I wanted to buy. Two days ago, I wasn't sure about which house I wanted to buy. Two and a half hours ago I am reassured about the house that I want to buy. Maybe. Possibly. I'm almost pretty sure.

Two mornings ago, I got in touch (holler to Facebook!) with one of the few friends I've wanted to find from high school. He has been living in Fort Collins the ENTIRE time I was living in Greeley. He even works at my favorite outdoor gear store. Never knew it.

This past week I ran into a fellow soccer player twice, at very odd places. He works at IBM (across town) and was having lunch at Mayo. Then, we ran into each other at Salsa lessons. Thing is, he's Latino. But he doesn't salsa. He is disgraced and that's why he is taking classes (so he says).

Eight and a half hours ago my supervisor at Mayo told me she took a new position and is leaving in Feb. She then said that she recommended me, ME, to take her place. I've been there not even two months!