This house buying is the pits. I keep having weird dreams about it.
Last night, the dream is about closing. We and our real estate agent are sitting around a table with some more people (never did figure out who they were nor were they actual people I know) and looking at the paperwork.
I pick up a pen to sign, then see the address and stop, horrified. "We're buying the wrong house!"
Our real estate agent pats my hand. "Now, now, everything's being taken care of. I have it all in hand."
"No! We're buying the wrong house! We can't sign this!"
My guy chirps, "No worries. We'll deal with it later."
"It's the wrong house, I tell you!"
"Just sign the paper!" my guy snaps. "If you don't, it'll be a year before we can close!"
This morning I wake up, mad with him and worried about the closing. Do I subconsciously not want to close? Do I wish we were still looking at houses? Do I resent my guy for insisting on getting us out of my neat little condo?
This is worse than buying our first house!