Some of you that don’t follow me on facebook may be curious to know where my house is at. Unfortunately I don’t have great news. The house is done and gorgeous but I can’t go through closing until the FHA on the complex gets approved. I’m not going to hear anything until Tuesday because of the Monday holiday. We have no idea if we will even hear anything then. I think I am going to go crazy!
To make matters worse we could go through all of this and get denied for the myriad of reasons FHA has. I’m trying to not think about that because it is highly unlikely but still possible and with so much time to stew on things the mind reels. Yesterday I caused myself to have a mini-panic attack trying to decide between keeping with the FHA loan or abandoning it and going conventional. In the end, I decided to stick with what I have and not second guess myself.
So now it is just waiting. The house is done. It’s sitting there and I’m waiting.
In the meantime I’m trying to curtail my anxiety and fears as best I can. Mostly I’m trying to distract myself from the boxes and the continually rescheduled moves and the looming loan and closure and some moments I do better than others. A lot of the day my brain feels like it is going to explode. Like I’m in a big vice and it gets tighter and tighter. I’m left wondering what I can do and the answer is nothing and that makes things tighter and tighter.
So all there is to do is wait and sigh and try to distract myself. I wish I could explain it better but the attempt feels totally futile. I’m not stressed out, I’m not even anxious. You know that feeling when you are just about to throw up, like your insides are going to pop outside of you? That’s how I feel all the time. I wish I could help it. I wish I could make it go away. I wish I could grow up and deal with things better. Sorry I’m really trying.
I am trying to make things nice for my tenants by ordering a POD to be delivered at the house on Monday so they can do part of the move on Monday if they wish. It’s the least I can do with all they have put up with.
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!