Well, here it is Friday, my music room looks akin to the beaches of Normandy and all is amiss in my world. I am surprising Gastric with lunch today so dearie, if you are looking for a clue, eh, not so much here.
Another weekend approacheth and I am still unsettled as to where my future be. Sometimes I just think it is so easy to just give up and sometimes I am a fighter. Right now, I am tired of waiting and thinking I will slash my wrist if I don't get the perfect house for me and the boys. I think I have finally accepted that I need to move and I hope and pray it is to my new venue that I am waiting on. There is so much potential at this home, I would get the kitchen of my dreams and not of someone else's dream. I want to have my imprimatur on this home. And that included a complete kitchen tear out, re-finishing the floors, painting. New furniture...my home. I need to keep up. Dan the man says at least I have made the first big decision, that is to move. Now I must get THE place. And I have it, it is just taking so long to get a closing date or even to put a down payment in place. Short sales are not easy. On anyone, especially me and the realtor. And everyone around me, like Hyphen and Gastric. I will be devastated if I don't get this one home. Embarrassed and devastated. I never should have told a soul I was thinking of moving. And if I do not end of getting this one house I feel like I will have egg on my face. I suppose there are worse things. But nothing like this has been on my radar before. I can remember when I looked at this condo and put a down payment on it the same day I saw it. I don't know why this is so hard.
Alright, maybe if I stop fixating on this I can relax some. Ah, who am I kidding. I am like a pit bull where worry is concerned, I worry worry to death. Alright, I won't slash my wrists. But it is going to be a long ass winter. Hopefully I get an early Hanukkah present of a new old house, I can...
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