I looked at the calendar in my closet office the other day and realized that June was gone. Where did it go? If anyone knows, please let me know, because I feel like I have been cheated out of twenty-some odd days. Looking back, I remember about three days of the whole month, and that's about it. Day 1) Kelly and I went camping for the first time together, took my dad's truck because he was out of town, ate brats cooked over a campfire, and braved the chilly evening; day 2) went golfing with my two brothers-in-law here in Pocatello; and day 3) Kelly's birthday, celebrated by going golfing (played pretty horrendous), and going to eat at Famous Dave's in Idaho Falls. Good times? Yeah, of course, but do they constitute a full month? Missing something there.
I guess that is life, though. Or at least that's what people tell me.
July is here, and Kelly and I have started the housing search. Who told us it would be so hard and confusing? No one, yeah that's right, no one. We spent six hours looking at houses one day, and by the end we were so dog tired that all the houses blended together almost. It took two days to recover before we could even have a productive conversation about the houses we had seen. It is exciting, though. We are both looking forward to getting into our own place and beginning the next chapter of our lives together. Hopefully we'll get this show on the road and soon be able to post about our new abode and all our grand plans for making it our own.
