In between bouts of sitting either at the office or in a car, or in front of a meal (which has been chicken finger free for the past few weeks), I’ve found, or rather ripped off time to find a new house.  It seems ironic that I chose this title for the new blog, but there’s never a guarantee that I’ll leave the house on 39 Montis.  The constant is the fact: I will always have spent my childhood, my adolescence, bits of college, and now my strange adulthood, made strange only by the fact that my demographic is a surprising surplus.  There’s tons of us!  Single, fully-employed, over-extended, yet somewhat lingering in a comfort zone that is excruciatingly hard to break free off.

The home search is a step outside the the bulls-eye.  Fifty point land is probably what I’m writing about, a little ripple in the status quo.