Ansgt-Be-Gon!
Aug. 26th, 2003 05:18 pmI wrote this whole long, angst-tastic entry this morning about wanting to curl up in a hole and sleep for a week, complaining about everything from cramps to finances, with my eating habits in between.
I finally got around to posting it around noon, and iJournal ate it.
Which is good, 'cause this afternoon was fantabulous. I got to talk to the resident manager about moving in, and it looks like I won't be able to move Thursday (maybe paint, maybe finish my bloody packing...) and while there are weird bits about which door I have to use, I have a cart and such I can borrow for the boxen. So: Friday/Saturday = Misha's Moving Days. I will fall all over volunteers who wish to help me (or who even wish to show up and give me moral support)
And then I got the splendid idea of asking the *bank* for the wire transfer form that I need. I may have to wait for tomorrow to talk to them. At least they won't be deaf.
And *then* I got to go to the escrow company to sign a billion and a half forms. The amount I needed for closing was less than I expected, so I may indeed have money for food and paint. Woohoo!
I'm finally at a point where I think that this could all happen! My pessimistic side has been riding my back all month, and each little hiccup hasn't exactly been reassuring. I still want an hour in a hot tub and an hour under the talented hands of the fabulous Miss Rhonda, but it's happening! I'm going to be a homeowner!
I think I might finally get back to my normal, cheerful self, if I can stop hyperventilating.
Dru's off to a barbeque tonight (again), so I'm at loose ends for dinner. I'm thinking pizza, but if I celebrate, I don't want to do it by myself. Let's see... who could go to dinner now?
And sometime I need to finally do all those change-of-address things that I've been putting off until I knew for *sure* I'd get the condo. Eep!
I finally got around to posting it around noon, and iJournal ate it.
Which is good, 'cause this afternoon was fantabulous. I got to talk to the resident manager about moving in, and it looks like I won't be able to move Thursday (maybe paint, maybe finish my bloody packing...) and while there are weird bits about which door I have to use, I have a cart and such I can borrow for the boxen. So: Friday/Saturday = Misha's Moving Days. I will fall all over volunteers who wish to help me (or who even wish to show up and give me moral support)
And then I got the splendid idea of asking the *bank* for the wire transfer form that I need. I may have to wait for tomorrow to talk to them. At least they won't be deaf.
And *then* I got to go to the escrow company to sign a billion and a half forms. The amount I needed for closing was less than I expected, so I may indeed have money for food and paint. Woohoo!
I'm finally at a point where I think that this could all happen! My pessimistic side has been riding my back all month, and each little hiccup hasn't exactly been reassuring. I still want an hour in a hot tub and an hour under the talented hands of the fabulous Miss Rhonda, but it's happening! I'm going to be a homeowner!
I think I might finally get back to my normal, cheerful self, if I can stop hyperventilating.
Dru's off to a barbeque tonight (again), so I'm at loose ends for dinner. I'm thinking pizza, but if I celebrate, I don't want to do it by myself. Let's see... who could go to dinner now?
And sometime I need to finally do all those change-of-address things that I've been putting off until I knew for *sure* I'd get the condo. Eep!