Two pints and a barrel of corn
I hate the entire mortgage/purchasing a home fiasco. Credit reports are run, interest rates set, and then you sign your life away on 800 sheets of paper that no normal laywoman can interpret to kill herself. And then you sit in the after-horror of realizing that--yes you, the one who just signed off on ANOTHER mortgage, now have to pay them both monthly. Until the other damn house sells. I can tell you, that sale, cannot happen fast enough.
In other news, I am sitting in my new kitchen (yes, we remembered a few chairs and things to keep us quasi-comfortable while paiting our asses off in the new place), pimping some wireless service from an unsuspecting neighbor who didn't lock their firewall, and typing a blog post. What could be better?
Right now, a bunch. This whole buying process-and I have done it three times--makes me ill EVERY SINGLE time. I'd love more than anything to fast forward another 6 months to a year so I can look back at this moment fondly and remember how easy it actually was. Instead of feeling miserable, like I do now.
God, help me.
In other news, I am sitting in my new kitchen (yes, we remembered a few chairs and things to keep us quasi-comfortable while paiting our asses off in the new place), pimping some wireless service from an unsuspecting neighbor who didn't lock their firewall, and typing a blog post. What could be better?
Right now, a bunch. This whole buying process-and I have done it three times--makes me ill EVERY SINGLE time. I'd love more than anything to fast forward another 6 months to a year so I can look back at this moment fondly and remember how easy it actually was. Instead of feeling miserable, like I do now.
God, help me.
