This year something changed. Well, lots changed. When getting my place, I talked to many different people. I connected with my parents and friends, people in my homebuyer education classes (yup, I took two), my lender, realtor (s), and many neighbors. If you were around me, I talked about it.
I learned lots about so many aspects of getting a place. I calculated loans over and over, I read small print for so many things. I applied for assistance programs for which I wasn´t sure I would qualify. I remember the moment that Sean, my neighbor, in congratulating me, said, ¨get ready to always have a project to work on¨.
I heard his words. I thought I knew what he meant. Having projects sounded daunting and exciting at the same time. I just didn´t realize how it would make me FEEL.
As the excitement and feelings of being so fortunate, started to fade, feelings of responsibility became ever present. Normal.
With the sense of responsibility, came this difficulty in being able to relax. Now, I have always liked doing things, being active, not sitting still, and making the most of my time. You could say I have ants in my pants or a short attention span, whatever words you use to describe it, that´s me
It got more intense this year: it changed, affecting me in a different way. With that, I could not relax when at home. I could finally relate to the people who take vacation to relax, to get away. It never made sense before. Now, I get it and need it. I can relax when away, something that is just not possible when I´m home. At least, not this year.
Everyone (I talk to about it) says it will get better. I am looking forward to it. To mellow things out for me.
Here I am, happy to be on vacation. Processing, relaxing, and reflecting.
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