Risk Taking
Oct. 27th, 2002 04:29 pmI'm not fit for human consumption right now. I mean it. I am seriously annoyed.
The buyer came by to see the house again before making his final offer...and I'm very pleased. He'll take good care of the place, and love it like I never did. He's going to buy it. The paperwork is just waiting to be signed.
45 days, and I'm out of here.
And right now, I have no stinking idea where I am going to go.
Jeez, all I want is one...just one little house. Is that too fucking much to ask for?
I can imagine the Fates just sitting around having a good laugh. "Look, she took a chance and see what it got her! Bwahaha!"
*flips finger skyward*
My poor agent has spent his afternoon on the phone, online and calling me every fifteen minutes or so to clarify this or that. He was supposed to be having a nice evening with his wife in Long Beach. I like my agent - he's done a whole lot of work this entire year getting the house ready to sell, and helping me find another one.
I know this comes with the job, but we're both bummed out. We're going to see some stuff tomorrow, so help me. Both he and Jim are saying choosing the house can wait until we get back from Hawaii, but I really want to put this baby to bed and know that the cogs are turning to get us ready to move - not just move out.
I don't want to rent an apartment...I don't want to stay in a hotel for weeks...I don't want to spend a fortune just to have a place to sleep....
Jim says I'm catastrophizing and kisses me on the nose, and holds me holds me holds me.
I just hate not knowing. I know this. I hate it, nonetheless. It's not my way to sit back and wait for things to happen...I want to be in the driver's seat, all the way.
WHERE AM I GOING TO LIVE? Jeez, how basic is that?
And just for nuts and cherry on top, I was planning to be out and about this afternoon and made no other plans.
Now, I'm at home alone, mad as hell and have nothing to do. EVERYTHING is in storage, and no, I'm NOT going to sit and try to write something just because. Won't be able to finish it anyway...trust me.
Grrr. Going to run in circles until I drop.
The buyer came by to see the house again before making his final offer...and I'm very pleased. He'll take good care of the place, and love it like I never did. He's going to buy it. The paperwork is just waiting to be signed.
45 days, and I'm out of here.
And right now, I have no stinking idea where I am going to go.
Jeez, all I want is one...just one little house. Is that too fucking much to ask for?
I can imagine the Fates just sitting around having a good laugh. "Look, she took a chance and see what it got her! Bwahaha!"
*flips finger skyward*
My poor agent has spent his afternoon on the phone, online and calling me every fifteen minutes or so to clarify this or that. He was supposed to be having a nice evening with his wife in Long Beach. I like my agent - he's done a whole lot of work this entire year getting the house ready to sell, and helping me find another one.
I know this comes with the job, but we're both bummed out. We're going to see some stuff tomorrow, so help me. Both he and Jim are saying choosing the house can wait until we get back from Hawaii, but I really want to put this baby to bed and know that the cogs are turning to get us ready to move - not just move out.
I don't want to rent an apartment...I don't want to stay in a hotel for weeks...I don't want to spend a fortune just to have a place to sleep....
Jim says I'm catastrophizing and kisses me on the nose, and holds me holds me holds me.
I just hate not knowing. I know this. I hate it, nonetheless. It's not my way to sit back and wait for things to happen...I want to be in the driver's seat, all the way.
WHERE AM I GOING TO LIVE? Jeez, how basic is that?
And just for nuts and cherry on top, I was planning to be out and about this afternoon and made no other plans.
Now, I'm at home alone, mad as hell and have nothing to do. EVERYTHING is in storage, and no, I'm NOT going to sit and try to write something just because. Won't be able to finish it anyway...trust me.
Grrr. Going to run in circles until I drop.
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Date: 2002-10-27 08:11 pm (UTC)It's been my experience that is does!
The perfect home is out there - you'll probably happen upon it in an unconventional manner.
But, you'll find it!