Dear Joe,
How goes it? This is the second letter addressed to you, so you must now realise how special you are to us all up here. Maybe if you lived closer you’d get on my nerves like every one else does. But distance means I won’t get to find that out. Well, maybe I will eventually. 😉
I’m made up that you’re getting on well with your life and have finally escaped the night shift life-death that you put up with for five years. Well done. I mean that, WELL DONE for having the guts to give up what you knew well and were comfortable with to take a chance on something else. That takes balls. Serious balls. I think people do not see the courage that people who make a life changing decisions. It is not as easy as it looks from the outside. I’m proud of ya, sunshine.
I just wish that there was not this distance, you know? I mean, I’d be quite happy have you get on my nerves a little bit, and for me to get on yours, haha. It’s a good thing (sometimes). It means that you’re actually spending good time with each other.
The house business is still frustrating, and the mortgage company keep asking us for more information then more information. We’re still hopeful to get moved in the next month or so, but we now have to wait for some information from one bank before we can send it to another bank for them to verify we earn what we say we earn.
Anyway, I’m not going to bore you with life’s mundanities. See you soon yeah?
Al
