I sit here in our packed up rental on the eve of our home ownership. I am not sure if it is nerves or the fact that my Roughneck brother's voice keeps ringing in my ears - but, I am queasy. I KNOW we are doing the right thing and I know that this is the right place for us, but nevertheless, QUEASY, buddy, QUEASY.
A thousand questions run through my head all at the same time:
A thousand questions run through my head all at the same time:
- What if something happens to Fisherman - can I pay the mortgage?
- Where did we pack the toilet paper?
- Will my precious wedding china survive the 2 mile move after surviving a 3000 mile move down the Alcan?
- Am I going to kill Fisherman before we move in?
- Will the people who are measuring our house for new carpet EVER call us back?
- Where did we pack the toilet paper?
- If Fisherman repacks something I have already packed will I have anybody who has enough bail money to get me out of jail for homicide?
- What is with the thousand mosquito bites on my back and what shall we have for dinner in our packed up pad?
- Seriously, where is the toilet paper?
- How can it not be Wednesday yet? I am ready to own this HOME!
At any rate, tomorrow at 8:30 am - Fisherman and I will own a home and I could not be more excited. I know that thousands of people own their own home, but this is a first for me and these are my thoughts as we enter into this new adventure (filled with excitement or terror).
Wahoo and love from Alcano Circle NE!