Someone bought my condo

I signed the closing documents for my condo a week before the buyer did, I on one Monday, and she the next. Being prone to anxiety, I was, well, anxious pretty much for that entire week. To celebrate, when it was over and the money had been transferred to my bank account (at 5 in the evening instead of at noon when it actually closed for an extra added kick in the angst solar plexus), I went out and bought a steak and a potato. I made a real charcoal fire (for one) in my grill. It was perfect for the occasion.

I’ve spent an aggravating year and a half building a house, and then several months prepping to sell a condo that I considered undesirable. After an offer was written and I accepted, there was the hell of packing it all up and then the additional anguish of moving. Some people may think this is a trip to the park, I do not. Anxiety features prominently in my life on an average day, this has been wretched. And when you’ve been worrying for that amount of time anxiety takes over your life, practically becomes a part of your genetic make up and it doesn’t easily go away. But slowly it has and while I couldn’t say my life is stress free, a burden certainly has been lifted. I will have to find something else to fill the all-consuming-worry nucleotide in my DNA. Which shouldn’t be all that difficult.