That's kind of an amusing story -- if by amusing you mean the latest happening in a comedy of errors.
See, Jack -- that's my fiance -- and I had just gotten back from the trip that was supposed to be our honeymoon. For many reasons, it did not end up being our honeymoon as we ended up not getting married. The trip was wonderful and we ended up having a great time on vacation together. Everything was perfect and we didn't have a care in the world. It really was a dream vacation. I was completely relaxed and enjoyed spending time with Jack away from the D.C. area.
Coming back home, while a bit bittersweet since the vacation had felt like paradise, should have been a easy thing. We had just spent the most amazing month together and everything seemed to be great between us.
Well, until we got back to Jack's place and the fight happened.
I'm honestly not sure how the fight started, or even what we were arguing about, I really don't know. I just know that it escalated and I walked out. I got in my car and just started driving. I wasn't sure where I was going -- could have been to the Jeffersonian, could have been to my old apartment, I don't know. I just know that I had to give both of us time to cool off.
Now, I've lived in this area for a long time, and I had never noticed this house before. When I saw it that night, I really had to check it out, as I like a little adventure.
So, here I am, and I'm looking forward to learning more about this house.