Guys Like You...
by Tim O'Connell
I'm really out of it this week because life all of a sudden revved up into high gear.
We're moving back to Idaho in June. We've been working with a couple of realtors, one an old friend who couldn't help because he's in the middle of building 50 some odd houses and another one who helped our daughter out a few years back. We were getting ready to sign the contract with that one when our friend called Sunday saying that he was just about to put one on the market and he thought it was perfect for us. He went over with our daughter and checked it out and the pics look amazing and our daughter and son in law loved it. Built in the 60s, old growth trees in the front and back yards. BIG back yard for Boyo and Max (Maximum Dawg) to run around in. Recently refurbed, fireplaces, fully finished basement. Basically, exactly what we're looking for at a price just above what we wanted to pay.
So now I'm scrambling to get pre-paid on a loan and get my VA stuff all added up and meanwhile, in the back of my head, there's a little voice SCREAMING, "Guys like you don't buy houses!!!" I'm used to that voice. It's told me over the past few years, "Guys like you don't get married." "Guys like you can't be a Dad." "Guys like you don't get to be Master Sergeants." "Guys like you shouldn't have this many people's lives in your hands."
Ya see my inner child is a juvenile delinquent. Even though I left the streets a little over 22 years ago, there's still part of me that crawls around there when I get inside my head for too long. Right now I'd love to just put on a pair of headphones and live in my head for the rest of the day.
But I'm buying a fucking HOUSE! Oh, and I still have to put on the uniform and show up for work while I'm doing it. Sometimes this being a grown up shit really pisses me off.
Sorry this is so short...I'd truly love to indulge in a little more public freaking out, but all the funny parts are over and the rest of it is just kind of more screaming and shuddering and quivering internally. I haven't really figured out how to write that in an interesting manner.
Timmer would like to find his inner child and kick his little ass.