I Love The Sound Of Breaking Glass

The call came to me while I was at work tonight, and I swear about half the staff including my boss where all leaning in as far as they physically could, all eyes as tall and as wide as the Round Tower of Copenhagen as they scanned my face for any sign of reaction while I received the news that I've been waiting over 3 long years to hear.

My offer on the townhouse has been accepted.

Holy cats. I got a house.

Well of course not quite. I need to get the home inspector out there this week to give it a once over. Then we'll see.

Am I dreaming? What a weird, unreal week this has been for me. Since I've been home tonight I haven't stopped sitting hunched over my lap, staring down at the stripy socks on my feet. It just doesn't feel... tangible. The house, that is. Not my feet. No, on second thought they don't feel quite real, either. Shouldn't stand on them. Better stay here right all night, just in case.

3 years. Have I mentioned that part already?

Jesus Christ.