Goodness gracious

I haven't had a blog in a while. The reasons being:
A.) I tend to talk too candidly and let stuff slip that I shouldn't. I also developed a potty mouth a few years back. Which is often problematic.
B.) I feel the need to complain when I have an open forum, and nobody wants to read about that.
C.) A blog makes me feel as though I'm documenting nothing, since my life isn't all that exciting, which subsequently launches me into another existential crisis. I've been in a state of nearly constant existential crisis for three years now.
But I'm going to try.
I've got a lot going on right now, and since I''m returning from a rather lengthy "vacation" (often known as "unemployment" in most cultures), it might be beneficial to start documenting my experiences. And considering I'll be working with emotionally traumatized children, I'll probably need to vent every now and then.
They put the SOLD sign on our house this past weekend. It's strange to say that we have a house. The weird thing is that I've been having a lot of anxiety about it. Not about the moving or the inspection (which went really well), but the whole prospect of having to make a new place feel like home again. Granted, Jacob and I could make a cardboard box feel like home if we needed to, as we've both lived in dorms for many years, but I finally feel settled here. I'm one of those people that likes to have a very established sense of "home." Now that I don't live with my parents and am no longer is school, it's a really important thing for me. I don't know why; I'm really odd in that way.
I'm really odd in a lot of ways. I notice my idiosyncrasies a lot more lately. Compared to most people, my habits are extremely bizarre. For example, many of my life's decisions are strongly affected by color and atmosphere. And I assign colors to numbers when I count, which I didn't realize was unique until someone pointed it out.
We just got back from KC today. I'd write about it, but for the sake of decency, I won't. We hung out with Jacob's closest friends. Enough said. My dad and brother Erik joined all of us at a bar in Overland Park, so it was nice to see them. And I got to see Alison (and Reed) on her birthday and actually give her a present on her actual birthday, and not 5 months later. We also got to visit the Nelson Atkins art museum, which was a very nice treat for me, since I relish every opportunity to experience culture. We spent the rest of the day driving back home, and now I've got to prepare for work tomorrow.
WORK. YES YES YES YES YES.
Maybe I won't be quite as excited about this next week...
Here's the best picture of our new house. I love the wood floors. The big topic of discussion between Jacob and I is now where are we going to get enough furniture to fill this thing. Also, what are we going to name our future dog? We both really like border collies (since Jacob has had some experience with them), so he decided if we get a boy dog, we'll name it Linus, who, like Jacob, has a beloved blue blanket. It's also a LOST reference, but since I've rejected that show, I've rejected that explanation as well. He thinks Lucy would be good for a girl dog, but it's too common and neither of us have a strong connection to it. I thought "Maebe" (maybe) would be be better, since we both enjoy Arrested Development. But I'm still thinking; this is a big deal to me.