Houses

So my wife and I have been trying to buy a house. I say "trying" because the process has gone on a lot longer than we expected, and we still don't know for sure when (or if) we will close. We're currently living in an old rental house that serves to house more than just husband, wife, and two cats (we have a lot of "little brown tenants"). It's frustrating to have act as executioner to so many little varmints every day, especially when they seem to come out of nowhere and enjoy what the pest control company sprays on the baseboards. But I've lived in slightly worse conditions, and moreover, there are those in this city (nevermind the world!) who would see our rented domicile as a santuary of opulence (complete with central A/C and a dishwasher!).
I have to remind myself of that from time-to-time. In a world where my condition would look just shy of average, there are those who would look at me and think I've "got it made"--they're right. I may have to kill a roach or two, but I've always got enough to eat, a bed to sleep in, a shower with hot AND cold, clean water, not to mention a machine to clean the dishes I eat of off (this is a big deal to me, because we didn't have a dishwasher in our house in Texas).
While I am terribly anxious about moving into our new house, I am equally thankful for having a place to call home, a place (as that great theologian George Carlin would say) "to keep my stuff."

CPT