to be continued

As I've mentioned before I'm trying to find a house to buy. People tell me "when you walk in you'll know" or "its like meeting your spouse, you'll just know" or even "if you imagine your life here in this house, the universe will manifest itself and make it happen". I haven't experienced any of those things in any form, particularly the universe manifestation (yikes). so I anxiously search unknowing what those emotions of "knowing" feel like.
over the weekend I saw a place that I thought I really liked. If I got the okay I was going to put in an offer. the space was layed out well, the kitchen small but functional, a few quirky elements- one who is quirky (like me) needs some quirkiness in their house, and a clean slate for a spacious back yard and potential for the most awesome great room downstairs. Then I go see it again with my lovely realtor and she sees so many things that I never think about or honestly know to even look at. and I walk out of the house I liked two days prior saying "oh yes, I see now that this is not a good house for me." funny how one morning in an empty house turns to one sleepless night of potential excitement and then in a blink of an eye I am on a continued search for another place feeling silly about my sleeplessness.

Yesterday Alex and I unloaded 50 cases of wine into the tasting room downtown. yep 50 cases or 600 bottles. I managed to come out with only one battle wound. I ran into a rack and have a purple and sore bruise. I am still pretty sure I am the clumsiest person I know. I keep hoping I'll outgrow that. but it seems unlikely at 26, don't you think?