I’m slap full of anxiety. You know when you pull back one of those pull-back race cars to the point that it won’t pull-back anymore? You’re building up the energy for it to GO. Then you put it on the table and let go. That car zooms off and uses up all that energy as fast as it got it built up.

That’s how I feel. I feel like somebody has pulled me back as far as I can go and on Friday at 10am, they’ll let me go. But not until then. I have so much built up energy and anxiety about this closing it’s smothering me.

Nineteen months. For nineteen months we have had two housing payments. Jason was in St. Louis for 6 of those months. Then he moved to Atlanta. Then WE moved to Atlanta. The whole time paying for two households. And paying (somehow) on time. It’s been hard. Very hard. For all of us.

The closing will happen. The buyers are in town from Utah, doing their walk-through tomorrow and we’ll see them at the closing on Friday. At this point, it’s going to happen. I know that in my head but subconsciously I can’t help but be anxious about it all.

On top of that, the bottom line is that I’m going to miss our house. We spent so much time and energy building it.