Faith & Closets

I don't want to be an alarmist but I woke up with morning with a feeling of doom and intense anxiety. The thought was, what if this all falls apart and we have to put the house on the market. What would I do? Would I unpack the boxes? Would I put everything in storage for an indefinite period of time?

I'm about to purchase the 5th piece of property I've owned as an adult. This has by far been the most trying and agonizing attempt at closing that I've ever been through. And it doesn't have anything to do with me. I'm still just waiting, biding my time, trying to keep faith that it will all work out.

Unfortunately, it clouds my brain. And I don't feel as though I can accomplish as much as I need to.

Okay, everyone hold on to your hats; just got an email from my mortgage person. She said we should be hearing something very soon and that she will contact me immediately. I told her that if I didn't have a closing date soon I was going to die. No pressure there. If drama gets me results, I'm all for it.

Maybe now I can return to fantasizing about the new abode. Or worrying about it. I'm wondering where I'm going to put all my bowls and pitchers and platters and small appliances, blah blah blah. Problems of luxury. I guess I will put them in one of the five, count them FIVE, 1,2,3,4,5 closets that I have on the first floor level of my new home. FIVE CLOSETS! I didn't even have 5 closets in my house in CT. And they are big closets. And every thing is accessible. I can open two doors and voila, I think I will reach for that or that or that. Nothing will fall over on me, I won't have to claw my way through coats, brooms, swiffers, and a pile of other junk. It will all be perfectly organized. In fact, the photo above was stolen from Martha Stewart's organizing tips. I think my closet will look nicer than Martha's closet, and bigger! To prove this, after I have moved and settled in, I will photograph my broom closet. You can be the judge. Yes, sir, this practically feels like rebirth.