Further move update: There were some large bookshelves in the garage, and we noticed one of them was coming apart, so we made the executive decision to leave them outside for someone to take, and just replace them.
That was 23 minutes ago, and now they're GONE.
For the past couple of weeks people have been going "wow-- you bought a house! you're moving! you must be soooo excited!"
And I'm like "yeah-- totally-- um-- yeah-- once everything gets unpacked-- yeah-- uhhhhh." So, basically I sound weird and crazy, and like I'm an android who is not capable of feeling the emotion called "excitement." Because who wouldn't be excited?
The problem is, not only am I trapped in move limbo, where the escrow closed but they're still working on the new place, so we're still in the old place, and can't really pack up everything, blah blah blah, but I am totally one of those people who gets nervous and anxious until I know everything's going to be ok, THEN I get excited. Maybe it's because of the high stakes nature of LA real estate, but this escrow and moving process has left me with more than one sleepless night. I AM excited about the increased square footage and the closet space, and the multiple bathrooms. But I am also scared that there might be a hidden closet full of toxic waste, or a serial killer living next door. And THAT doesn't sound crazy at all, so I don't know why I'm not just saying that when people ask if I'm soooooo excited.
I feel like Miranda in that episode of Sex and the City, where she fakes the ultrasound. Like, everyone is excited that she's having a boy, and she knows she should be excited and that this is what people expect, so she's like "Yay!"
I am trying to channel this manic energy into packing.
This is a picture of the first floor/ living room/ dining room of the new place, by the way.
I fake excitement all the time. I too need to know everything is ok before I get excited.
Posted by: Rachel | Tuesday, July 24, 2007 at 10:31 AM