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- buying a house
- getting married
- conceiving a child
- getting divorced
I have an appointment coming up to close on a mortgage which will make me the sole owner of the home I have lived in for the past 15 years. In all honesty, I'm a little scared. Being a property owner with negligible maintenance skills is a bit overwhelming - what if (or rather when) something goes wrong? There are so many potential disasters that if I let my mind take over, as I did in yoga class recently, I almost have a panic attack. Or something like I imagine a panic attack to be.
I know I've made some mistakes and choices which have impacted people negatively. I apologize for hurting people who have done their best to care for me over the years, but I can't say I'm unhappy to be in the place I now find myself to be. Yeah, I'll own it. All of it.
I know I've made some mistakes and choices which have impacted people negatively. I apologize for hurting people who have done their best to care for me over the years, but I can't say I'm unhappy to be in the place I now find myself to be. Yeah, I'll own it. All of it.
Well, if you ever need a work mule, give me a ringy ding. ;)
ReplyDeleteEleven years ago I closed on my first house owned solely by me...it was pretty scary. I remember walking into the house and bursting into tears!
ReplyDeleteLike Albany Jane, I can mule with the best of them...give me a call if you need some extra muscle.
Heading that way too, which saddens me as it's less than two years since we closed on the home in question as our first together. Alas, life changes, and while it's scary, it's exciting too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, AJ and Melinda. I can certainly use some back-up!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous - Let's try to keep the excitement > scariness. Another chapter...
Wow. Congratulations. Although that sounds weird seeing as you've lived there for 15 years, some sort of congragulations still seems to be in order.
ReplyDeleteSome of it might be scary but the most exciting chapters always begin with some fear of the unknown.
I sat on the curb outside the attorney's office and cried after I closed on my house - a 200+ year old beauty in so-so condition, and me with no maintenance skills to speak of. The owner handed me the keys and announced: "Oh, the toilet's clogged." I had never unclogged a toilet. I was walked through it by a good friend who loaned me a plunger and gave me a bracing shot of scotch. Five years later, the house is still standing. I have lived through leaks - many - dead furnances and broken windows. That's what plastic is for. And experts you call in the middle of the night. You'll be fine, Sylvia. I love you. xoxoxoxo.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous (4/15) - Shoot me an email, would you? Let's talk.
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