April 15th, 2010 | 
Author: He’s been hinting at it… Every time the M-word comes up, he puts out his feelers checking for my reaction. So, after dating for a year; living together for another and having an overall easy-going relationship: Why wouldn’t I just say yes? Read the rest of this entry »
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“Just because I’m losing. Doesn’t mean I’m lost… Doesn’t mean I’ll stop.”
After yesterday’s dramatic exit from the Web, I thought I should come back and clearify. I haven’t given up on dreaming of a better me. The blog will continue, I will keep trying to get a degree, I will try and look my best…
From now on it will be on my terms. My new life motto will be: Does it work, does it make me happy? If the answer is no, I drop it like a bad habit and move on — FYI bad habits are very hard to drop. I’m not motivated by the long-term and necessary; I’m motivated by the new and exciting, at the same time I have trouble facing the unknown. Yes, I’m a walking ball of contridictions. But finally just being myself is what’s going to make me happy. I’ve got to stop worrying about the future and who I’m supposed to be. There’s no one keeping score; there’s no prize at the end of the maze. The maze IS the prize. So, I might as well enjoy the scenery, I’ll get to where I want to be (on some things) eventually.
The tears have flown freely. Released of all tension I write to you to tell you that I’ve given up.
I’ve given up Teacher training.
I’ve given up Losing weight.
I’ve given up Blogging everyday
I’ve given up Eating healthy
I’ve given up social perceptions of who I’m meant to be: I’m not college educated; I’m not 65 kg; I’m not consistent; I’m not a salad-eating, calorie-counting, skinny jeans wearing, bottled water-carrying, so-skinny-she-wants-to-gain-weight kind of girl. It’s not me. Never was, most probably never will be. I’ve been trying to motivate myself to do all sorts of things for all the wrong reasons. I have a new goal: Find my passion. I want to know what sets me on fire!
to be continued…
Well actually: move to a bigger apartment buy a house! We got the call today around 5:30 in the afternoon. Our realtor and the seller’s realtor agreed on a buying price that’s € 4000,- under the asking price 
According to the architectural report the house needs €10,000 in repairs. BF actually called me with the words: “Don’t be shocked..,” but for a house that old I was actually pleasantly surprised that it was that ‘low’. I was more afraid of hearing something was wrong with the foundation or walls. We will have to replace part of the roof and other parts of the house need to be remodelled, however, we’re going to apply for a mortgage based on the original asking price so the costs of remodeling will be lower.
We’re hoping that with the time it takes to apply for a mortgage and the buyer’s subsidy we’ll be able to move in end of May…
I can’t wait!! I can almost cross that item off my list
I’ve heard horror stories, I follow the news, heck, Law & Order SVU used to be my favorite TV series but somehow Milly Boele’s story upset me more than any other tragic story I’ve heard so far. To her family and friends I want to give my heart-felt condolences.
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:p
He’s random, he’s creepy, he’s nerdy. He’s The Winekone <3
I finally told my mother…
I told her that BF and I are going to try and buy a house; her reaction was: Okay. I even told my father and his reaction was: Do you like the house? Are you happy? If you’re happy, I’m happy.
The most notable aspect of what happened during that phone call was that my mom didn’t cram her opinion in as soon as I told her and my father actually did sound genuinely happy for me. I think this is the first time that my dad handled me doing the “grown up” thing better than my mom did.
Yesterday evening BF and I headed towards future sister-in-law to celebrate her birthday. I was hoping to get somewhat plastered since the drinks were for free and I had “unlimited” access to my drink of choice: Apfelkorn. To keep the report short and sweet: I was not tipsy, everyone now knows what my nipples look like and my hair stinks of smoke. No, I will not elaborate. I had more fun this morning when we sat down for breakfast. Better luck next year I guess.
As for the to-do list, I am working on it. I haven’t updated it in a while, but I will soon.
As you might have read on our Twitter accounts (Tigerlilly & Stomweblog) we went to visit “our house”: house nr. 1 in Genemuiden. The weather was perfect as if the cosmos was smiling upon us and showing us just how wonderful it would be to live there. It would be wonderful to live there; there’s a harbor, everything is within walking distance and there’s just so much more room for all of our crap stuff.
Next week we’ll call the realtor and tell him that he’ll be hearing from our realtor soon.
I’m really excited about buying a house with BF. I have faith in our relationship and I’m sure that financially we’ll be fine. There’s only one thing I’m worried about: Telling my mom I’m going to (try) buy a house.
I’ve had discussions with my mom on whether or not I should buy a house. At first I did agree with her: BF and I should wait a year or two, save, and rent a house. However, this was before I saw the house on Funda, saw it in real life, walk around the town it is situated in and dreamed of what it would be like to live in it. So, now I, who at first fought the idea of buying a house with teeth and nails, will have to back-paddle and try to explain to my mom why all of a sudden it’s a good idea to buy a house.
There were many reasons why I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to buy a house: Can we afford it? What are the extra expenditures? What if there are unforeseen expenses? What if we hate living there? What if we break up? There are just so many things that can go wrong…
I’m scared, but I’m hopeful. I’m going to do it… I’m going to buy a house!