So then, for only the second time, I found a place I liked and made an offer on it. For reasons I can't explain, this one just felt like home from outside and in. Someone said to me the other day that there's a lot of value in trusting your instincts and so once again I've followed my instincts like a computerised star chart and landed on Planet GoGetter, hoping that I've made the right decision.
"I've got some good news for you," said Ben the estate agent on the phone. "Your offer has been accepted."
The spaceship engines slow to a dull hum and the dust cloud clears around the exhaust port. Outside the round perspex window, the twinkling stars come into view, glimmering above a strange horizon. We're not on Ketchup-topia any more, I think about saying to myself. I change my mind because it's weird and I don't have a small dog with me to complement my inner monologue.
It is a good point though - I'm back on a planet I don't feel like I belong to* - where you go after whatever the dickens you want and by George, you get it. Only last time I was here, I didn't exactly get it. I got gazumped.
That can't happen again, surely?
"Awesome," texted Emmie, "How do you feel?"
What a great question. I feel like anything is possible, like a little bit of risk brings a little bit of hope and like I might be leaping into the unknown. It makes me wonder what else I could achieve if I decided I wanted to do it. It's the rarefied air of optimism, filling my lungs with a sense of adventure as I carefully step outside of my tomato-coloured rocket.
It's one small step for a Matt... I think about saying to myself. I change my mind because it's still my inner monologue being weird. And anyway, there's quite a lot to explore from here.
*I made the point a while ago that Ketchup People wait for good things to come to them, like tomato ketchup steadily sliding out of a glass bottle. GoGetters meanwhile, are dynamic risk-takers who just pursue ambitions and goals, never expecting the world to give them anything, and so, with crazy-eyed entrepreneurial spirit, they grab every opportunity by the horns. What I failed to realise though is that some bright spark somewhere must also have designed those squeezy ketchup bottles, and I'd wager my last few pennies that that person was a first-class GoGetter.
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