It's been a crazy awesome eight years, too, and I can't even begin to think of all of the stuff that we've been through. It's had its ups and downs, but I gotta say with absolute certainty that these have been the very best eight years of my life, because I've had my wife to share them with. OK, that's not totally accurate of course. I knew my wife before I married her. So technically I've been with her for like a decade. But the life that we created with each other as husband and wife is pretty darn awesome, if you ask me.
Other than the rocket-fast eight years thing, life is now plodding along fairly slowly. No one wants to buy my house, still. That's just the way it's gonna go, I guess. Still, I have faith that everything will come together. It will. I've got all the time in the world. My future job isn't going anywhere. All will be well.
People continue throwing houses at us for after we move. That's a rather hilarious side effect of moving to a small town. Everyone knows that you're the only one that's planning on moving there, and suddenly everyone that wants to sell their house has your home phone number, and will stop at nothing. Hey Lars -- you should buy a house in Benson. People throw them at you.
One final interesting side note: this week is the first full week of classes at William Mitchell. SUCKERS.