...I will look at the bright side...I will look at the bright side...I will look at the bright side...
We had our final walk-through early last evening. It felt disastrous. You want the whole ugly truth--I walked out of there and cried for half an hour straight. Over-reacting? Probably. I'm in the midst of a horrible fibro flare, I've been so stressed out for so long over this whole moving mess, and I've been more sleep deprived than normal...so my ability to look at things realistically is likely non-existent at the moment.
So here is my attempt at changing my piss-ass attitude:
*Okay, so it's a fixer-upper. We *knew* it was a fixer-upper. The fact that it's even more of a fixer-upper than we realized means that we get to make it even more into what we want in the end, right?
*Okay, so most of the backyard is now a big expanse of dirt and mud instead of grass due to the septic system replacement. But hey, we were going to have to rip up parts of it anyway to put in gardens. So essentially this just saved us some work, right?
*Okay, so I spent days scrubbing down every inch of our house so the buyer wouldn't have to do any cleaning before she unpacked and settled in, but the sellers of this house obviously feel that leaving it a *complete* shithole when they walk out is just fine. Hell, they weren't even close to having all their stuff out of there yet. Hmmm, so I guess I get the opportunity to get lots more exercise scrubbing the shit out of this house before we can begin unpacking...and who doesn't need exercise, right?
Yeah, this is a pathetic effort. :P To be honest, I think I'm over the trauma (melodramatic, aren't I?) of the walk-through. I'm not at all happy about the way the sellers are leaving the place, but what are you gonna do, huh? It is what it is. And in two weeks, hopefully my breakdown of last night will seem unbelievably silly to me.
But on another note, we had quite a unique experience last night. The fire alarms and flashing lights started going off throughout the hotel about 9:00 last night. We evacuated and stood outside freezing for the next half hour while the fire department came. They couldn't find the cause of the alarm though.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. I really could have lived without hearing the weather forecast just now. About 4 inches of slushy wet snow predicted for overnight and tomorrow morning. Just what we need for moving day. Combine that slushy snow with the dirt/mud yard we'll have to navigate to get any of the big stuff in--yep, we're looking at good times...
I promise to get myself out of this funk and write a happy post real soon. Really.