I had a dream the other night, that I walked into my place for the first time and the previous owner had taken all the light bulbs with him! This is the first dream I've had about my hopeful future house. I certainly hope this is the only weird one. Despite the fact that I have an active imagination, I have a weird feeling about the day of closing on my house.
It could go smoothly and I get the keys, have the locksmith meet me there and I change the locks right away. Bad case scenario, the buyer closes but then says there's still personal stuff in the house. Then it gets awkward; I mean I gave them an extra two months to get what's left (and there wasn't much the last time). I pretty much plan on going there directly after the closing so I'd rather not have any more delay, and I certainly don't want to have to serve them with a trespassing notice. But these are the things I'm bracing myself for on closing day.
Anyway, now that I'm officially absolutely sick of shopping for my house, yes that's possible apparently .I cannot think of another thing I need except for paper napkins. I plan on sleeping on my aerobed for a while until I get furniture. There's still an inner-debate about whether it's Raymour/Flanigan or Crate/Barrell. Basically it comes down to whether or not I want assembled furniture, which I do of course.I'm just waiting waiting waiting for another 54 days. In between then, I have a semester to finish, people to pass and fail, a quick holiday trip down to the shore, and exercise to do and water to drink.
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