Damnit
I wrote a post yesterday at work but forgot to email it to myself before I left. And then I was too busy yesterday evening to remember to even look for it to post (which I couldn’t have anyway).
Mainly, it was a description of the little house I saw and loved and upon which I decided to make an offer.
It’s a nice place with many pluses, but I won’t go into those until I can grab the post on Monday because I’m currently in too much of a rush to rewrite.
However, I will tell you that I loved the house yesterday and looked forward to making the offer, then when it came time to make the offer I was so anxious that I almost hyperventilated and made my real estate agent reassure me and discuss the pros and cons for literally hours.
Eventually, at about 9pm, I finally wrote the offer and told her she could send it that night (as opposed to giving me the chance to sleep on it before sending it in the morning), and then I laid awake last night agonizing over whether it was the right decision. I finally went to sleep once I decided that it was a terrible idea to buy this house and that I would cancel the offer first thing in the morning.
This morning I am feeling more relaxed about the whole thing. Still anxious, yes, but less inclined to back out at the moment. My agent offered to go over and measure the rooms for me and then email me while I’m in the home buying class I have to take today, and once I compare those measurements to my furniture, I’ll probably feel better (or worse, depending on how it works out).
A friend who’s known me through many big decisions in my life informs me that I am always, always like this when making a big decision, and that makes me feel better too.
So stressful, these huge financial decisions.