So the day came and I have spent my first night in my new house. I am so sore and I took a 2 hour nap today which is really unusual for me. What a 24 hours I’ve had!
It all started on Friday with finishing up the packing. My friends Rachel and Adry came over with my sister Anna and we got the kitchen and final clothes boxed up. It was more work than I would have expected and you wouldn’t believe how much stuff I have! Kind of shocking! I guess when you think about it I have all the stuff for a home and that adds up.
Exhausted I went to bed Friday kind of dreading the next day and the big move. I was in a lot of pain and so worn out but I was determined to not show it at all. I put on a smile and got the U-haul truck. Anna and I started loading and then one person showed and then another, and one more. Before you know it there were a dozen or so people!
To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. I was truly touched that so many people love me enough to help me move (something I have come to understand is the greatest example of friendship). There were even 3 or 4 people that I didn’t even know from my old ward and friends of friends. I figure you have to be an extra special person to help someone you don’t know move!
With so many people we finished the loading and unloading in like 2 hours! I was blown away. I wish I had taken photos of everyone who came but it was just too nuts. We got home in enough time for my sister, cousin and I to start unpacking. Believe it or not today I finished all the kitchen, most of the living room, and a lot of clothes. When I saw all those boxes I never thought they’d be emptied as fast as they have been.
Take a look at all the boxes!
Last night I wearily laid down in my house. I felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by all the love showed me. Overwhelmed by the months of work and anxiety. Months of frustration, tears and excitement. It will certainly go down as a landmark occasion of my life and it felt SO good! I feel blessed and I LOVE MY HOUSE! It was super hard and I’m not going to claim to have handled everything in the best way but I did what I could and am grateful for the learning experience. It was a huge test and I think me and my friends have passed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I am relaxing tonight after a long week. Work on my house has been clipping along and it looks like I can do the walk through on Monday! Still not sure on closing because of an FHA approval that is ‘in process’ (that is all the government will tell us. Sigh!). The house looks great and I’m very happy with it.
It makes me happy as well that my tenants are happy with it and “LOVE it” (from their text caps and all). They certainly have been through a lot waiting for this house right along with me and I’ve been so grateful for their patience and kindness. I definitely chose the right people to share a home with!
Strangely the building (and waiting) of my house was actually the happy part of the week. It was a very intense week at work with end of the month and end of the year responsibilities. I’m still packing up my house and had a full schedule.
The real mess started with my soon to be roommate staying up at my Dad’s rental while my house is being finished. I felt bad but the situation got worse with a break in, her laptop getting stolen and a missing person’s case forcing the police back up to the house. Then to make matters worse I was still showing the house to potential tenants. On Wednesday someone looked at the house and LOVED it. They said ‘we want to sign the contract and get in asap’.
In fact, they wanted to get in the house on Saturday (tomorrow), giving me only 3 days to get the house cleaned, carpet cleaned, move my Dad’s stuff, get it ready to go. Not to mention getting my roommate moved ( I feel so bad about that! The woman deserves Sainthood for all she’s been through).
At first I said no way but then the money convinced me to give it a try. (Stupid!). Me and the manager worked very hard to get everything ready but with the snow storm it became clear yesterday that it wasn’t going to happen. We didn’t want to endanger the cleaners or make things unsafe.
I tried to call, text and email them about the delay and didn’t hear back from them so we kept on working. Stacia, the manager, worked after getting a root canal done that morning! Then finally at the end of the day (while I still got my 8 hours in for my regular job and missed my swim!) they sent me a text saying they got ‘cold feet because of the storm’. Sigh…
It was super frustrating. I just wish they had expressed some concerns to me sooner or at least been more up front with me yesterday so we hadn’t killed ourselves working on such a tight deadline. I’m exhausted!
Anyway, it’s just as well. What made me think of this is I was talking to someone today and they said
‘I’m more of a Spartan when handling such things’
‘Why waste energy and anxiety over things you have no control over?’
This made me feel a little sad because I hate being weak. Sometimes it feels like everyone else is tougher, stronger, braver, better than me and I’m a big wimp.
Here’s the thing I realized- Maybe I am the Spartan because I do get through it all and channel anxiety in the best way I know how? I take the burden of my fears and worry and still complete the goals in my life. Doesn’t that in a way make me twice as tough?
Here’s the second thing- I also do it for the most part completely alone. Yes, I have family and friends who love and support me (thank you!) but as far as the day to day financial, work, social decisions of my life I take all the pressure and have to make all the decisions.
I know women who have made almost no decisions independently of a spouse or parent in their life, ever. I think it can be hard for these types of people to understand the pressure, anxiety and fear that can go into each choice.
If I have a fear that everything will go wrong and an anxiety for the future maybe it is because I’ve fallen flat on my face enough in life to know how much it sucks? I think in a way it is a protective instinct. To protect me from the pain I try to prepare for it. I also feel like once I had my first panic attack my brain changed and I just don’t absorb things like I used to. I fear going through that again because it was awful.
Just look at this house- it is 100% all me. I made every choice as far as colors, size, dimensions, income property, tenants, everything. Getting the loan, picking the location, going through closing will be only me. Again, that is a lot of pressure. If it fails I am the one that is blamed. It is the same way with my work- all 3 of my jobs. Yes, I have associates and support but in the end it is me alone in my apartment working. No substitutes, no excuses.
And I do it all with a diagnosed anxiety disorder…maybe I’m not so weak?
Here’s the third thing- Asking the question ‘why worry about things you can’t control?’ is sort of redundant for anxiety sufferers because
I can’t control my anxiety!
Yes, I can channel it; and yes, I can learn to react to it more effectively but at a certain point it is there and just like any other illness you have, and you must work with your body to respond in a healthy way.
This is so hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced that out of control feeling but believe me it is real. I actually feel I have handled things pretty well considering. Believe me if I had given into every moment of anxiety I felt I would have been way more of a mess!
So there you go world- Just think about it when you use that CONTROL word because what is in my control as far as anxiety may be just as challenging as my control over FHA approvals or anything else.
CONTROL (Maybe that’s why I like blogging I can control it and it is all mine!)
What do you all think about control and dealing with pressure? I’d be especially curious to hear from my single friends that have to do a lion-share of the decision making and how they deal with that? Especially singles who have purchased homes!