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On Friday, I got a letter from BofA telling me that my loan was approved. Holy cow Batman! I’m going to be a homeowner! It’s starting to sink in that pretty soon, I’m going to be so house poor that I won’t be able to take all my fantastic voyages I’ve grown accustom. Is the trade off good? Hmmm… the jury is still out. I think it’s an attribute of my very balanced personality I would hope to think. I’m a person that craves stability and predictability. I’m not a person that enjoys surprises. The worst thing you can do to me is drop something in my lap last minute. However, I’m not naive enough to know that life is not a dayplanner–shit happens. I roll with it; I just don’t like it. But if that part of my personality is the shredded wheat side for the adult in me of frosted mini wheats, my sense of travel is the frosted side for the kid in me. I have a saying–put me on a plane and I’ll go. Unless, of course, I’ve already been there, done that. As long as it’s planned, I love traveling. I consider myself a great travel partner. I’m low upkeep. I’m fine doing stuff on my own or just reading on my balcony while you spend five hours to get ready. I’m always up to experience something new. I am not intimidated my new cultures or languages. I try to be respectful and learn as much as I can. Too bad I got French in middle school and not Spanish. Spanish would have been much more handy in the places I’ve visited in my life so far. While on the topic, I wish I would have gotten into band too… a musical talent would have helped too.This summer I’m traveling again to Puerto Rico. It wasn’t my first choice of destination–that would have been Aruba. However, thanks to jetBlue and their weird scheduling, I could get to Aruba but not home. Plus this will be a special trip because I’m taking my mom and grandma aka g-ma. I racked up two free tickets on jb this year and decided to use them on the fam. Both my mom and g-ma have not traveled much in their lives–my g-ma because my g-pa was terrified to fly and my mom because, well she had me, then the other two hoodlums. The furthest she’s been from home is Utah and it’s because she moved there. I, on the other hand, have been around quite a bit and I’m not even close to being finished. So my sense adventure mixed with my sense of responsibility makes my mini-wheat. I respect people that can buckle down and work 9-5 at a job that pays them well and are able to provide a lifestyle for them of high quality. I also admire the free spirits that I’ve encountered in my life that can sleep in hostels and train stations and travel around the world on a shoe string. But neither are me. I have that balance for a hard work ethic and the sense of seeing more.I almost feel pregnant if that was possible. My house has just begun. They actually haven’t even really broken ground on it. But I will spend the next six months (okay, not quite a long as a prego, but call mine a premy) preparing, planning, and anticipating the arrival of my house. I will encounter many frustrations and scares throughout the process. I have to do my reading and plan the just right plan for the house. I hope after this process, I will be ready for the baby. I’m just glad I’m a mini-wheat. I could be Cinnamon Toast Crunch that’s pure sugar and always a good time to eat. I’m glad that I’m not Total and something you HAVE to eat if you want to be REGULAR. No, I’m a mini-wheat. I’m that in between satisfying cereal that you don’t mind eating because it tastes good, but will also has some nutritional value within it.
