All right, I'm over the drama. One day to absorb the news and say farewell to certain dreams, that's it, on to the next plan. I'm a realist about this. Getting shut out of buying a house in a convenient location is a drag, but it's hardly the worst thing that ever happened to me. Life will still be good even if I never end up being a homeowner. I think I will be, though. The first step is to accept what happened and move on.
In addition, I am going to stop being bitter about people with more money than me buying up all the houses, because that's never going to change. There's a price to pay for living in such a desirable area. I want to live here, so I'll pay it. I'll just look a little further afield than I originally envisioned, and everything will turn out for the best. With any luck, I'll end up living a lot nearer my best friend in Brisbane and all my other friends in the City. The work commute might bite, but man, it'd be great to have easy access to San Francisco.
Tomorrow morning I'm off to Palm Desert for my mid-winter break at Casa Huntzinger where the conversation is always excellent, the food is much better than anything I fix at home, and the weather is hot and sunny. Just what the doctor ordered.
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