Clearly I will go sailing no more.

I'm a homeowner! Well, I haven't closed yet. That's Tuesday. But they accepted my offer, and I am now locked into purchasing the house. The only reason I wouldn't be a homeowner would be if I got there and the house had burned down since I saw it last. Hopefully that will not be the case. So good or bad, I'm buying the house.

No, it can't be true;
I could fly if I wanted to!
Like a bird in the sky
If I believed I could fly
why I'd FLY!!!

For some reason my favorite Toy Story song is stuck in my head. I think it's because I feel like I am becoming grounded in my real life. My fantasies seem very far away. This is not a bad thing. Here. I will share the Buzz Lightyear story. It's very Shakespearean.

Buzz believed with all his heart that he was an Intergalactic Space Ranger. Woody and the other toys in Andy's room try to convince him that he is a toy, but to no avail. Finally, in a moment alone, high on a precipice, Buzz begins to understand the true nature of his inner self. He is a toy. Here's the song that tells the tale:

Out among the stars I sail
way beyond the moon
in my silver ship I sail
a dream that ended too soon
now I know exactly who I am and what I'm here for
and I will go sailing no more.

All the things I thought I'd do
all the brave things I've done
vanished like a snowflake
with the rising of the sun
Never more to sail my ship
where no man has gone before
and I will go sailing no more.

No, it can't be true;
I could fly if I wanted to!
Like a bird in the sky
If I believed I could fly
why I'd FLY!!!
(Buzz leaps from the top of the precipice in an attempt to fly, but plummets to the ground.)
Clearly I will go sailing no more.

The funny thing is that by leaping, Buzz grows up. He finds that he isn't an Intergalactic hero, but he has real friends and a life with meaning. He's happy.

Then the puppy comes. But that's another story.

I think I feel like by buying a house I'm leaving behind some great dreams. I can't just dump the house and move when I get sick of the decor. I won't be living in a mansion on the hill or on a dune by Lake Michigan. I won't be waiting for roomie to figure out what he wants to do with his life. I'll be a real person in a real home.

It's very alien to me to find any roots in the material world. I hardly know what I think of it. Hopefully it will seem a bit less bizarre as I get used to it.