I feel the urge to share more about my life after yesterday’s post. A blog is a funny thing…I’m in complete control of whatever I post and share with my readers. 95% of the time I stick to the topic: weight loss. But honestly there’s a lot more about me than just being “The Chick That Lost 110 Pounds.”
Confession: When I was about 24 years old I started the process to adopt a baby.
I was single, living on my own, had a good job and I’ve always wanted to have kids. I feel very strongly about adoption and I’ve always had the desire to adopt a baby or kid in need of love and stability. I had some money saved up and the company I worked for matched adoption costs up to about $7k I think?
I was going through the process to adopt, looking for babies, planning, reading every book I could find. I even made an appointment with an adoption agency to get started.
I was determined. It didn’t bother me that I would be doing it on my own. I had a good job, thought I could afford it, I had so much love to give…I sat down before my appointment and wrote down every cost I could imagine for adoption and monthly/daily child rearing.
I realized the responsible thing to do was wait until I had more money saved up. I was pretty sad that I didn’t do it but I think it was the right decision to make. Shortly after that I ended up adopting Fat Kitty (and a few months later, Maya).
Confession: I almost bought my own house.
When I was 25 I decided that I wanted to get out of apartment living and buy a house on my own. I had some savings, the housing market in Portland was AMAZING for buyers and I was determined to do it on my own. I house hunted and looked at about 30 different houses, making an offer on three different ones that fell through.
The last house that I made an offer on was the one I really wanted. I got my heart set on it. It was in NE Portland not too far from the college and public transportation. It was a nice neighborhood and near a park. The kitchen was brand new. There were some cosmetic fixes that needed to be done but it was basically move-in ready. The house was 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and an unfinished basement. Probably around 1,100 square feet. It was so cute (yellow with white trim) and listed at $90k. Can you imagine?
I made an offer. I went to Vegas for the first time for my birthday and got a message from my Realtor while I was out of town that I didn’t get it. A developer offered the SAME amount of money I offered ($95k) but in cash. So lame. It burned and soured me from wanting to keep looking. I decided to take a break from house hunting for a few months and never looked again. The market quickly changed and honestly it was a blessing in disguise. I don’t think I would have been able to pay for the house on my own now that I see what kind of house costs Michael has. It truly was a good thing I didn’t get it.
Another confession: I can get totally sucked into HOURS of “House Hunters.”
Confession: I probably won’t run a long race.
My goal after running Hood to Coast had been the Las Vegas Half Marathon. I had my sights on running The Strip. What an amazing experience that would be! I think my injury has shown me that I’m probably not a long distance runner. If I ever run races again I think I might be sticking with 5k or 8k distances. I’m disappointed but it might just be the way it is.
Confession: I wish I could REALLY cook.
I read a lot of foodie blogs. It started out just for fun, then it was because I wanted to try and teach myself how to cook meals. I read a few websites that are impressive. The recipes they do are advanced and complicated–too hard for me to attempt to be honest. I really wish I could though. One of my favorites to drool over is Salty Seattle. Her food looks like art!
Confession: If money was no issue, I’d go on a long vacation to either Tuscany or Napa Valley.
Confession: I think I’m ready for a puppy!
QUESTION: Want to confess something?