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!
Dreams are, of course... so far beyond understandable. This qualifies.
ReplyDeleteSo not understandable! Exactly!
DeleteI think I'm ready for a house. I'm tired of not having some good old charcoaled hamburbers!
ReplyDeleteBut the condo is certainly lot easier re maintenance and cleaning and all that!
I think I'm just ready for it to close and be done with it.