It’s amazing how much more relaxed I feel now that we’ve closed on the house. It’s noticeable, apparently. Several people at work have commented on it. I was stressed about not having a contract on the house. Then we got a contract, and I was stressed about our buyers not having a contract. Then they got a contract, and I was stressed about packing and moving and timing and holding both deals together until closing. That’s all over, we’re 100% moved, and I have fewer things to be stressed about. It’s a wonderful thing. AND I don’t have to worry about looking for a new job for a while. Even better. AND AND spring is coming. It’s warmer, the days are longer, the sun is out, the birds are chirping* – I should stop before I jinx everything.
*Someone said that yesterday (the birds are chirping), and another coworker told us that her dad always said “the chirds are burping”. Ruined forever (you’re welcome). He also calls a parking spot a “sparking pot”, and it has rubbed off on her. Dads are annoying that way, Dad. Anyone: “What’s today?” Me: “Friday. Unless it rains.” I do it EVERY TIME.