Love and Marriage and Unpaid Bills

Holy crap! I'm married again!

I feel like I just woke up from a weird dream. The past few years of my life have been interesting, with a common theme: what the fuck am I doing?

Everything came together on Saturday, when I got remarried to Herself after about 2 years of estrangement (including a divorce), and an extra year of getting our collective shit back together.

I feel like I just got all the pieces back in place, and that my life can now proceed correctly. I look back on the past few years and just sigh in relief. It's over. My personal Hell has finally frozen over, and I am back with Her.

Going south

So, I find myself in Richmond, VA today. The place that is likely to be my home for a few years, even though I still work in MD. No, I am not commuting every day from here to MD. My brain would die at some point while crossing the Occoquan. That would suck. But at least I got to use "Occoquan" in a sentence.

Hehe.

Occoquan.

It's a river. And a town that is named for the river.

Occoquan. http://www.occoquan.com/home.asp

Richmond has the distinction of being a national capitol for a breif shining moment back in the 1800s. Those of you who are US historians will recall this... Richmond was the capitol of the Confederates States of America.

So I fucked up my shoulder last week mountain biking up in Patapsco. Took a jump I have taken a zillion times, but that day... ON THAT DAY... I struck a branch that had blown down on the trail just as I approached the jump. It threw off my concentration, and I ended up doing a faceplant from about 6ft in the air. Landed on my face, and then my left shoulder. Ouch.

Always wear your helmets, kids.

Fantastic Plastic

Sold the house yesterday.

It was the first "real" house that I ever purchased. When She and I first got married, we had purchased a house from her parents. That really didn't count, because they bent over backwards to make certain we could afford it. I think they were just as happy to be rid of the headache of renting it to college students.

When we moved into the DC area, we rented an apartment in Frederick, MD. A year later, we moved to the house I just sold in Damascus. We sold the house back in The Blessed Motherland after one year of the aggrevation of college renters. No wonder her parents let it go cheap.

So a lot happened in the Damascus house: found my first real job, experienced my first full year of "Commuting: Satanic Style!", went through a depressing divorce, post-divorce dating, putting a relationship back together. A lot went on there. More than I could have ever imagined.

Yet, it's been easier than I thought it would be. I thought I would be really depressed about it, but I'm not. I look forward to having an enormous number of debts paid off, no hassles about home repair (at least not in MD), a shorter commute... so many good things now, it's hard to get all worked up about a house.

In one of the last conversations I had with Dad, we talked a bit about farming. I had told him that I enjoyed farming, but I just didn't know when I would be able to do it again. I felt like I had so much else going on and it was even uncertain if I would return to WV. He said that coming back to WV was not necessary for farming. "Land is land, nothing else. You can make it into a farm if you want to, but it's just land."

A house is just a house. Nothing else. A home is something you can make out of a house, but my home is not in MD any longer. It's in VA, back with Her.

Look Ma! I wrote some stuff!

Well, here we are. Not sure if it was a good idea or not, but at least it's something to do while I wait for other things to get going.

I would bore you with the latest run-down of stuff, but there's just an enormous backfill that needs to occur, and I'm lazy. The Rabble will have to wait.

But everything has a beginning, and so it begins here. Welcome to it. Hope you enjoy the stay.

:)