No pressure

Well, I wrote a big check tonight. I guess it's the biggest one I've ever written in my life. So, that can only mean one thing....we're moving!

I haven't fully managed to muster much enthusiasm about all this. A lot of that is due to the fact that there has been a lot of disappointment and a touch of acrimony (never used that word before!) involved in the buying and selling transactions that have transpired over the past few weeks. I never thought this would be easy, but it certainly could have gone better. We didn't get quite the price we wanted for our place and our negotiation over the new place didn't exactly go swimmingly.

But then again, some people have their homes sit on the market for months right after they've done amazing renovations and we didn't have that. So there IS that. At the same time, we are no Woody Allen, who said once that he's made far more money in real estate than he ever has making movies.

Tonight it occured to me that maybe things really are working as they should. So maybe in a few weeks I can get to a place where I'm excited about all this. And a year from now, I hope real estate stress is a distant memory and the new place feels like home.

Is real estate more stressful than cancer?

No, of course not. It's just a whole different realm of stress. It's not life or death. And it's not utterly terrifying at any point.

But, it is like batting around a mess of your finances like it's a big ball of yarn. You never quite know if you're making the right decision.

And I often think about how where we live will affect C's development for the rest of her life. At this point in our lives, where D and I live is unlikely to cause a dramatic shift in our personalities or our lives, but these are C's formative years, so I hope she makes good friends and enjoys her school and ultimately recalls her childhood as fondly as I recall mine.

God, that last paragraph sounds like such a helicopter parent.

Yeah, no pressure.