The End is Near

This is the last weekend before my move.  Mixed emotions is a total understatement — I’m a walking time bomb.  Yesterday, I lost another property; this one was only on the market for 1 day.  BOOM gone.  I cried all day, and ended my night with a bottle of wine.  I’m the first to admit my reaction to missing this house deal was overboard, but the disappointment felt devastating.  I burst into tears at a bank appointment yesterday; I felt like a fucking tool.  Thank you anxiety for making me look like a complete nutcase.

No, I'm not home alone on a Friday night listening to Adele's 'Someone Like You' while crying into my wine glass. Why do you ask?:

I’m better today; however, I’m still upset over the loss.  The place was utterly perfect for me.  In my price range, fully reno’d, low strata fees, a small yard for my dog, a covered carport, and the location wasn’t too bad.  There is nothing else even close to this available in my price range.  Hence the fast sale.  All I can say is FLUCKING SVIT.

C’est La Vie.  Life must go on.  A bunch of colleagues and I are heading for some after work drinks tonight, and then it’s home to finish up my packing.  The final push will be hard.  I know I will cry with every picture that comes down.  I am going to miss my home.  Once I’m out, I’m sure I will start to feel better.  It’s all the uncertainty and the lack of control I have over the situation that is so difficult to deal with.  I don’t know if my anxiety creates my contol issues or if my control issues aggravate my anxiety. Doesn’t matter I guess; they simply go hand in hand.

On a brighter note (I think), I have my date with the inspector tomorrow.  I’m not sure how I feel about it.  Currently I feel super anxious — oh wait — I always feel super anxious (GAD joke).  I hope he is at least interesting to chat with.  He told me he’d give me a deal on any upcoming house inspections if our date goes well.  I wonder what he means by “well”?  I have no intentions of paying for a house inspection in the form of a BJ.

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OK kiddos, I’m off for another action packed weekend.  Behave yourself!

 

 

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4 thoughts on “The End is Near

  1. “He told me he’d give me a deal on any upcoming house inspections if our date goes well. I wonder what he means by “well”? I have no intentions of paying for a house inspection in the form of a BJ.”
    For someone who has anxiety, you have a funny sense of humor!! lol

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