Looks like Jojo and I have found a house that's a tinch more expensive per month, but NO first/last, NO damage or pet deposit, and located in a really decent, quiet neighborhood!

AND, we can move in on the date we specified, no more extending our deadline this time.

We know the landlords and they're awesome people. Jojo and I know that this year is especially important, because we should be in a position to buy our first home together pretty soon.

So -- after several months, our car is fixed and works great, we found then lost a place to live, but found an even better place, and I have a feeling that I'll be getting a good job this next week.

Jo is recovering from another MS crash and I worry more than she probably realizes and I wish she wouldn't push herself so hard trying to get packed up. Hasn't life shown that we'll get it done, in a time that's right for us? I dunno, though it sure seems like it to me.

We both agreed tonight while talking that if we were really not meant to be together, then there'd have been lots of roadblocks in our way. She pulled off a really lovely and unforgettable wedding in about two weeks -- singlehandedly -- and last year got a rather decent windfall that was quite unexpected which enabled us to get together in the first place. (Both of us being quite poor and me a not-very-good money-saver. I'm learning, dear! I'm learning!) We've found doctors that we can see (especially Jo for her medical issues) and... well... everything is working out.

We've been apart too long and have had our little spats; we can never say we won't fight again here and there, but we know that it'll never get as bad as it has gotten since we've been so far away from each other.

She woke up in the middle of the night a few nights ago -- the pain in her leg and ankle woke her which she said that's the first time it ever happened before. Almost at that exact moment, I had been just about to fall asleep and I was dreaming of gently taking her into my arms, curled up beside her (as we always do) and drifting off to sleep. That's when she called and I felt so sad then that I wasn't able to comfort my wife or rub her leg to help ease the pain. So, I did the best thing I could and talk with her for a while, about life, about everything, about nothing.

Anyway, I've had the shitty parts of life -- now I'm really ready for the glorious parts of life. Actually, the more I think of it, the more I realise that life isn't something you control or often it's not something you choose. Life is something you accept.