Captain Freedom’s Workout
Are you ready for pain? Are you ready for suffering? If the answer is yes, then you’re ready to purchase your first home!
. . . That’s the ticket: no pain, no gain. 
Sure, go ahead, make jokes. In all seriousness, we went into the situation of buying a home with the most optimistic of intentions. At the time, we could not truly grasp how people could get completely miserable in the midst of a process which was bringing you something that you have always wanted.
But now we understand, now we too have felt the pain and suffering of dealing with all of those annoying things that you never encountered when we were renting and carefree.
It’s been a rollercoaster over the past two months. But, you know that point in the ride when you’ve gone through your last loop and you can feel the sled starting to slow, that you’re just a few hundred slow yards from when the safety railing pops back up, and you step off? Yeah, we’re right there. We know that the ride is just about to end.
Now if we can just hold down our lunch… 
S.Rod does not set off airport-security with her sexy cuteness, or her titanium spinal support. This petite Puertoruvian uses her powers of the Force to keep all facets of the Somrod business afloat. With her love and talent in jewelry, crafts and interior design, Ms. S.Rod hopes to make the world a better place one beaded necklace at a time.
I shall now go home and give thanks to the paper thin walls and faded, generic, beige carpet of our apartment.
I’m glad you’re coming to the soft landing.
Oh Mark. On to Connectednut, and into the American Dream? Almost always, when we find things terrible or unbearable, they are damn fine in hindsight…even when we think the negative events of life are mistakes.
There are no real mistakes, only events, beheld by observers. We all die, and some of us buy homes. Some of us rent forever…the funny thing is that you don’t ever really own anything, since badass momma nature sends her repo man to collect on all of our sorry asses. So, give yourself a break and enjoy your new digs.
I never saw you as a “white picket fence” guy.
That’s the beauty of documenting a personal sacrifice— when you’re in the middle of things, it sucks big time. But once you emerge with your prize, then the distorted world rights itself.
Ultimately, it’s a test of your cojones… are you willing to put your whole life on the line for the greater gain? Et tu, Josh?
As for you, Dick— have not all of the decisions we’ve made in life been a mistake from a certain point of view? We just find a way to make the most of it.
BTW, did you click the picture and listen to the Workout Anthem via Harold Faltermeyer? Most nostalgic.
Mark – you are sounding very optimistic. I guess I have been the downer on this subject from the beginning. As much as I love the idea of having our own place something keeps me grounded. I have always been prepared to walk away, unlike yourself. As long as certain things get corrected by closing time I’ll be happy. I refuse to become emotionally attached to this place until I am holding the keys.
Dick – I never thought of Mark as a “white picket fence” guy. I know I’m not a “white picket fence” chick myself. I would much rather have a loft in the city as long as it had a great kitchen. But THE CITY is way out of our price range and CT is a short hop from where we were before. And you will find that Stamford has many “city” qualities.
Josh – I wish I could go home and kiss the walls of our first apartment but those walls are gone. All we can do is look forward.
ah yes, it’s definitely a scary process but i tell you, there is something worse: going through the buying and selling process simultaneously. that is, having one be contingent on the other.
s.rod’s attitude about not getting emotionally attached is a useful one…it’s also one that i’ve never mastered.
still, nothing beats being in your own place (and the tax break doesn’t hurt either).