The closing date on the house is June 27, so I should have a shiny house for my birthday this year.
I'm scared to death.
I've lived in my current residence since I was brought home from the hospital in 1974 and my parents moved in in 1967.
There's a lot of memories in these walls.
So, there's a lot of guilt involved in this move. Irrational guilt.
I just have so much going on in my tiny little brain.
I hope to get back to blogging on a regular basis someday soon.
I just don't know when that will be.
Maybe when I have pictures of my pretty new house.
The Left-Cheek Ass Clown for November, 2024
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3 comments:
Yes, it's irrational guilt. You have a new, nicer house in which to make new memories. I'll be waiting for the invitation to the housewarming party!
It's a fresh start, Andrea. Your memories live on with you in your heart, not in tangible things. I wish for you a wonderful, happy life. You deserve it.
If you weren't scared, I'd be worried about you. It's a big step. I was terrified.
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