Now with more waiting

That whole patience and waiting part I was warned about? Aie. So true.

At the moment I am waiting, for just a few minutes, before getting ready to go for what might be the final walkthrough… or in fact may instead be mere confirmation of what I suspect–that the seller hasn’t made a single goddamned repair–and the signal that closing will be pushed back. How long? Dunno. Is this unusual? Not really, says my agent. So, aye, wait.

Living in a land of boxes. It excites the kitten. But sometimes in a not-good way. In a surfing-a-box-off-the furniture way. In an ate-a-ddr-pad way. In a pooped-out-plastic-bags way.

But, man, I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. And into this house that just might really and truly finally be mine.

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