Today is the big day that I go on my walk through for the house and sign the papers. I won’t get the keys until tomorrow but today. is. the. day. Since I agreed to buy the house in October, I haven’t been excited about it. I talk to people and they are more excited about it than I was. People I am not close to or anything. It was weird. I regretted buying it. I was dreading it. Everything.
Friday it really hit me, when my closing date was moved up to today. I couldn’t sleep that night because of all of the plans running through my head. It was bananas. Also at the beginning of last week, I came down with another cold and some sort of stomach thing. So I have been packing, resting, cleaning, not packing enough, stressing, and then when the lights go out and I am settling down my mind amps up. I can’t wait to get the keys and get the airbed pumped up, yarn there, posters up on Wednesday night. I will get the rest of the apt packed and cleaned before the movers come a week from Saturday, I will get some of the walls painted in the house, everything will happen by when it is supposed to happen. Things will turn around because I am going to turn them around. I can’t wait for the universe to do it for me anymore. I can’t wait to be magically fixed.
Also the past three months, I have been stressing about the worst that can happen. What is the worst thing that could happen? Well my bestie Dani paid Michael Ian Black to tell me on the twitter last week. “@blackcoldheart, don’t worry about buying your 1st house. The worst that happens is they foreclose and you die on the streets.”
That is the worst that can happen. At least I will have tried and my records, yarn and I had our separate rooms for a bit.
Current Listening: Karen O and the Kids “Worried Shoes”