So yeah, we're definitely moving. It's in Grand Rapids. Which means it's a little more than an hour from Bemidji. This is a good distance.
It's got a red living room that I love, knotty pine panelling in the kitchen that I'm not too fond of, a gigantic basement with room for a pool table (eventually), old-growth red pines in the yard, and my own bedroom for when I come to stay over for a while. Also a whirlpool in the master bathroom. My mom's really excited; the house is only about 5 miles from her closest friend, and just about that close to one of her brothers.
Of course, now I realize all the stuff I'm going to miss about my house. All our oaks, the view from the second story windows, the wall where my mom marked how tall I was when I was a kid, the very faded grape juice stain on our living room rug from when Katie decided she wanted a purple carpet... I grew up in this house. I lived here for 18 years. Sorta sad to see it go.
In other news, Katie and I went to the Phantom of the Opera yesterday. I don't think I've really cried at a movie in a long time, but I did then. Also, I was interested by the idea of a sympathetic "bad guy".
But now I've got to get off the computer. More later.