Waiting is hard.
Today is Tuesday. On Friday I am supposed to buy a house.
I say "supposed to" because I haven't gotten word from the lender on how much the actual check should be for. This is the last step in this big, bad process of buying a house. Once I go get the check, I think everything will be good. Then I just have to go to the closing and sign my name a bajillion times.
For now, I'm waiting.
Since I sold my condo a couple weeks ago, when people ask where I am living I say "Camping in Mom and Dad's basement". And that is the truth. But really it is not a hardship. There is a kitchen down here, and a full bathroom, and a nice bed. And plenty of room to have some of my stuff. Not all of my stuff, but certainly enough to live for a couple weeks. As well as free laundry, offers of dinner, and a garage door opener. No, I am NOT roughing it.
I am waiting.
I am ready to go to the closing.
I am ready to move in. I am even EXCITED about moving in. I am even excited about the actual MOVING!
I think the waiting is the hard part. Knowing what is coming, but having to wait.
As you MIGHT be able to tell, patience is NOT my strong suit.
So for now I will wait. And pray for patience.