Where my head has been

My days are filled with phone calls to banks and lawyers and surveyors and real estate agents. Trying to buy a house gets more complicated with every turn. It seems to be hassle after hassle. It’s strange – the house itself no longer even seems real – it’s all about negotiations and trying not to get too emotionally attached as there is a high chance that we will miss out on this one. I am longing to get back to all the things that make me tick and not make my stomach churn or make me break out in stress rashes.