Oops I did it....(never) again...
It really has been beyond overwhelming. In the past two days, I've cried twice, yelled at my dog (thus prompting the first crying spurt), taken a fake sick day, made 1,023,049 1/2 phone calls trying to get my closing statement, made 8,872 additional phone calls to my broker and my agent just because I can, spent my entire life's savings (thank goodness for payday), and signed and signed my life away. People keep asking me what colors I'll paint the walls. What furniture I'll buy. When I'll have my first housewarming party. Paint? Walls? Furniture? Parties? There are walls and paint and furniture and parties involved in this event?
I hear it's all worth it in the end, but at the moment I feel like crawling back into bed.
Then again, I've also heard that single women now make up 21% of home purchases. I remember just a few years ago, the episode of Sex and the City where Miranda buys her first home and is stunned by the raised eyebrows and the "single woman boxes" that she has to keep checking and checking and checking.
There were a lot of "single women" statements in my paperwork, but at twenty one percent, I feel very proud to be a part of that statistic.