Tuesday, June 23, 2015
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:

  1.  What if something happens to Fisherman - can I pay the mortgage?
  2.  Where did we pack the toilet paper?
  3.  Will my precious wedding china survive the 2 mile move after surviving a 3000 mile move down the Alcan?
  4. Am I going to kill Fisherman before we move in?
  5. Will the people who are measuring our house for new carpet EVER call us back?
  6. Where did we pack the toilet paper?
  7. 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?
  8. What is with the thousand mosquito bites on my back and what shall we have for dinner in our packed up pad?
  9. Seriously, where is the toilet paper?
  10. 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!

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