Emotionally, I’m usually pretty consistant. Sometimes I have bad days and get a little depressed, but I snap out of it. More often than not, I’m happy. But this house thing is killing me. It’s like this crazy ass rollercoaster. And I hate rollercoasters.
So, Sunday, on my day of birth, we went looking at houses. And we found one that we fell in love with. Whereas the house I spoke of early, I just wasnt quiet sure about, and almost had to convince myself… this house just felt right. We WANTED it… we would do whatever we could to get it. And then I made the mistake of getting overly excited about it. You know, everyone is asking… so next thing you know you’ve told twenty people how wonderful it is, which means you’ve reminded yourself twenty times how wonderful it is.
And then comes the upside down-spin you round and round-slow down-I’m getting sick feeling.
Now I’ve gone from way too excited about buying this house to almost wanting to cry.
And I dont cry. (Except last night when I was watching Smith tell Samantha he loved her… but we dont need to talk about that).
I just dont like this rollercoaster… and I’m not sure how much more of it I can take.
24th Feb 2004 | 02:07 pm
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