Brain, stop it!
Nov. 16th, 2008 11:35 pmI'm so totally obsessing over stuff right now--and I need to be obsessing over entirely different things.
At least I've pushed myself on the website this evening, and made a teeny bit of headway. About time, honestly. Website Friend is probably ready to shoot me.
The house thing? I don't even want to talk about it. I'm terrified. I really hope this all will be worth it, because right now? I'm pretty damned freaked out. Things are not moving fast enough--and they're moving too fast at the same time. And the emotions involved are not all the best. Because I feel like a vulture in this scenario, and every time we ask for something else or try to get what we were supposed to get, I feel a terrible sense of shame and guilt. In order for us to live in this house, Husband's grandmother has to leave, and I am really feeling this emotionally right now. Um, please hold off with your Logic Beams, I totally know that she wants to move out (and should move out to somewhere she can be taken care of) but emotions don't listen to logic. In fact, they get really grumpy and shouty when logic is involved. *headdesk* I cannot shake this feeling, in every moment of interaction, that I am doing something intrinsically wrong.
The work that needs to be done in order to get in the house is both more and less than expected.
I also need to buy a snowblower.
ETA: I was wondering why I hadn't received any comments. Oh yeah, haven't posted it. You know what that means--time for bed.
At least I've pushed myself on the website this evening, and made a teeny bit of headway. About time, honestly. Website Friend is probably ready to shoot me.
The house thing? I don't even want to talk about it. I'm terrified. I really hope this all will be worth it, because right now? I'm pretty damned freaked out. Things are not moving fast enough--and they're moving too fast at the same time. And the emotions involved are not all the best. Because I feel like a vulture in this scenario, and every time we ask for something else or try to get what we were supposed to get, I feel a terrible sense of shame and guilt. In order for us to live in this house, Husband's grandmother has to leave, and I am really feeling this emotionally right now. Um, please hold off with your Logic Beams, I totally know that she wants to move out (and should move out to somewhere she can be taken care of) but emotions don't listen to logic. In fact, they get really grumpy and shouty when logic is involved. *headdesk* I cannot shake this feeling, in every moment of interaction, that I am doing something intrinsically wrong.
The work that needs to be done in order to get in the house is both more and less than expected.
I also need to buy a snowblower.
ETA: I was wondering why I hadn't received any comments. Oh yeah, haven't posted it. You know what that means--time for bed.
how about
Date: 2008-11-17 04:52 am (UTC)I know I can't stop you from obsessing, but I can send you some MELLOW OUT DAMMIT mojo, and good wishes that might work.
So...here goes? Feel it yet?
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Date: 2008-11-17 07:37 am (UTC)Grandma wants to move but instead of selling her beloved home to strangers, she chooses instead to sell it to her grandson and his bride.
Hmmm, sounds like a win-win proposition for ALL parties - which is a statement that might make sense to your logical brain - but your emotional brain can't hear those facts because it is currently screaming like a raving lunatic? Congratulations and relax - you're suffering from a bad case of home-buyers meltdown.
Stop, sit, take a deep breath - the emotions you're experiencing are typical of many novice homebuyers. Once the paperwork is finished, the keys are handed over, and you get to move in and start arranging your possessions, you'll feel better. In the meanwhile, keep lots of medicinal chocolate on hand, screw any diets plans, and keep some comfort foods in the fridge. You WILL survive this housebuying process and, in the end, it WILL be worth it.
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Date: 2008-11-17 12:19 pm (UTC)Re: how about
Date: 2008-11-17 04:25 pm (UTC)*hugs*
I miss you. And I missed your birthday!
HAPPY ARDETH BAY TO YOU, HAPPY ARDETH BAY TO YOU, HAPPY ARDETH BAY DEAR...LADY, HAPPY ARDETH BAY TO YOU.
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Date: 2008-11-17 04:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-17 04:27 pm (UTC)Grandma wants to move but instead of selling her beloved home to strangers, she chooses instead to sell it to her grandson and his bride.
Yes, and she's delighted about it--it's the last bit of family land in her hands, and she wanted it to go to someone in the family, and there would be no other takers, unfortunately.
Hmmm, sounds like a win-win proposition for ALL parties - which is a statement that might make sense to your logical brain - but your emotional brain can't hear those facts because it is currently screaming like a raving lunatic? Congratulations and relax - you're suffering from a bad case of home-buyers meltdown.
You have pegged it squarely on the head. My brain is screaming like a raving lunatic. I am getting really emotional about this and feeling very guilty.
And about the chocolate--I just realized that it's that time of the month, which makes this all the more perfect advice. It also makes it quite understandable why I'm over-emotioned right now, lol!
*giant hugs* Thank you for your calming words of wisdom.
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Date: 2008-11-17 10:15 pm (UTC)And your stuff about loudtwitter--omg, how scary. I hope you can get that sorted out, and soon! *hugs back*
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Date: 2008-11-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-17 10:30 pm (UTC)Re: how about
Date: 2008-11-18 03:34 am (UTC)But the image of a giddy Ardeth Bay was enough to put a big, goofy grin on my face.
"this was....my first bus ride..."
I miss you too! --> boo boo face <--
Re: how about
Date: 2008-11-18 03:36 am (UTC)*lurves*
We must get together. Right now the apartment is a complete disaster and lined with boxes, but once we're into the new place...