We’re building a house, and it’s so f*cking exciting. I literally wake up thinking about it. The cabinets were being installed yesterday and I nearly lost my shit. I can’t wait to go back and see them actually put in. And the sad part, my sales counselor didn’t even know they were delivered. She told me what my closing date was going to be ‘so long as the cabinets delivered by tomorrow’.
Like…what? lol dude, they delivered MONDAY. Get it together.
I’m hoping the carpet and all that other stuff gets done in the next 3 weeks and perhaps we can close a little sooner. But there’s this nagging voice in my head (damn conscience) that’s telling me to let them take their time and make sure it’s all done correctly. I guess I’ll listen.
Besides house things, my current situation involves going with the flow of my off and on anxiety attacks and getting back to doing what I love. Yet again.
Cheers, and here’s to seeing more writings around here.