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