Here's where I post my first line. I must've tried restarting my blog twenty times. You see, I used to have a blog going on LiveJournal where I posted my trials and tribulations of being out on my own for the first time. It was mostly to keep my folks in the loop, as they were with an empty nest and worrying about their son. That first blog was mostly about me having trouble with room mates and the usual apartment fare. I occasionally sit down and write a few long paragraphs about what's happened in the interem, since I last posted there, but there was too much to catch up on. I couldn't really continue where I left the last blog, anyway. The following few paragraphs is as brief and to the point as I can get, but hopefully enough to fill in a bit of background story on us.
The last chapter was about having a choice to grow up or get out. I chose get out as it was the only way I'd grow up. I moved into an apartment in Limerick with a friend who I went through high school with and spent 3 years of Target with, and who decided he wanted to move back home after a few months. Then my cousin moved in and was sent home because he couldn't afford it. While he was there and we were working at Target, my friend Mike introduced me to Amy at his graduation party. I proposed to her a year later.
After my cousin's departure, my third room mate moved in. He was an old firefighter friend of mine. I got him a job where I was then working for a company that ended up more recently going under after it bounced employees' paychecks. We struggled for a while to make ends meet, and decided that we had to go home. This was particularly tough for me as I vowed never to be one of those boomerang kids. I asked Amy to move into an apartment space my folks made for us in the basement of their home, and we moved in. Shortly after, my cousin and his parents fell upon hard times and also moved in with my folks. One of Amy's coworkers had an apartment in Biddeford to rent, so we took off running towards that adventure.
The place was wonderfully large and conveniently located 30 minutes or less to both of our employers. Biddeford has a wealth of restaurants and venues and we had friends living nearby. It was a perfect comprimise. The quiet family upstairs, however, turned out to have 3 children and an infant. Three of them with special needs. We spent a year there, until we went nuts from the noise above our heads, and decided to become home owners, where this story actually begins...
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