This may not be my first post of 2018 (or even my second, for that matter), but hey, better late than never.

Happy 2018!

I’ve said before that I’m not a big fan of New Years’ resolutions. That’s still true. But I am a fan of taking the time to evaluate how my life is going, and course-correcting as necessary. I try to do it every few months, but the start of a year is as good a time as any to take a good hard look in the mirror, so let’s do it.

The future scares me.

Not in a “the icecaps are melting” sense, more of a “what am I doing with my life” sense.

I spend a lot of my words on this blog talking about the future. Saving for it. Planning for it. Picking travel destinations.

So imagine my surprise when I sat down one day to think about it, and I found that I had no idea what I actually wanted to do with my life.

I’m generally not against spending money. I am however generally against buying things. This is a point I’ve surely beaten well beyond death by now, so I won’t belabor it much further. It’s just to say that I want to be really sure something makes sense within the larger context of my life before I buy it and have to deal with it forever.

I only mention this because I’ve been on a bit of a purchasing spree (by my standards) as of late, which is at least part of the reason I’ve been so quiet on here for the past two months. The other part of the reason is that I’m just generally bad at blogging. Anyway, this post (and the next two), will talk about some of the purchases I’ve made, mostly over the past few weeks. This first one’s not all that contentious, but I promise they’ll get more questionable as we go. Okay, on to the post.

Here we are, item numero dos in our three-part mini-series about my recent (and highly suspect) purchases. Without further ado, here we go.

For some reason I’m not sure I understand yet, I bought a car.

I didn’t just wake up one day (after living here for three years) and decide I wanted a car. No, I bought it on a whim when the opportunity presented itself. A co-worker was selling their car, and it just happened to check all of my boxes:

My life may or may not consist of a series of questionable (and sometimes poorly thought out) choices that are ever so slightly outside my comfort zone. Even with a long line of shaky choices to choose from, a recent choice (and the topic of this post) might mark the climax of my personal brand of impulsive opportunism.

Since I’m wholly unable to structure my posts for dramatic effect and gave away the surprise in the title, what I’m trying to say is: I bought a house. Don’t worry though, the house is 3,000 miles away and I still totally live in a truck.