And now, to get on with it.
The holidays are over, hooray! They were good, hooray! No mental breakdowns and good family and baboo time, hooray! And now I’m back at work, BOO! And there is a lot of work, BOO!
Ah well.
So today I makde my first appointment for a chat with a realtor. I’m going to talk to 3 or 4 realtors to see which one groks me and what I’m trying to do with the House Scheme. I’ve talked to realtors who can’t wrap their heads around the fact that I’m a single woman who wants to buy a house on my own, which brings on the fear that there are many who can’t understand that I want to lead an “alternative lifestyle” (aka: not chained to desk job to pay for outrageous mortgage for the next 30 years). Thus, the interviews.
I keep telling myself that if I keep pretending to be an adult and bumble my way through this, I will eventually sign a thick and scary stack of papers and wake up in my own house some morning. All I have to do is keep pretending.
Yes. That’s it.