And just think: Once you've done this, you never have to move again!

6 months from now I hope traumatic amnesia will have set in. 6 months from now, I'll probably have some homeowner disaster to cope with. Next 6 months will be rough. Hell, the next year.

Sara, you'll get through. The house buying and moving is all action, you just put your head down and push through. (when we moved it was just about the craziest time I've ever had in my professional life.)

Tom is very much like you WRT stability and routines and the easiest thing to get through it was to kind of go on autopilot. The *only* thing to do, more like.

I will say as a caveat that about 6 months after we moved, once all the excitement died down, Tom started having serious anxiety attacks, which finally got him back in therapy and back on the prescriptions. It was the goddamn rain and the flooding basement I tell you what. But something was gonna trigger it with his brain chemistry + personality + stress.

Uh, so the moral of the story is, you can do it, but if you get serious anxiety that is prolonged and sustained, you should listen to yourself!

You are a totally together person and I know you have the fortitude to get through this and come out the other side shining. And maybe swearing.

There are half-naked guys in skirts tribal dancing on Dancing with the Stars.

Just sayin'...

It's not climbing K2 with crazyass italians. I need to remember that.

It's not climbing K2 with crazyass italians. I need to remember that.

Heh. Perspective is good, but god knows it's hard when buying a house and moving.

It was the goddamn rain and the flooding basement I tell you what.

I already got that! cue hysterical laughter

I'm making dinner. Finally. Kielbasa, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans.

Perspective? What is that?

Swear to god, I need to get my realtor something awesome. I know she's getting a fat check from this, but I want to get her something for the handholding and the unofficial unsanctioned advice and calls at 9:30 to a freaked out me. Maybe a green chile supply. (She's from Dallas originally. She shares my love of real chile.)

I'm trying to distract you sara and you are NOT cooperating.

• taps foot*

See, half naked guys cannot distract me from obsessing. See that thing about no love life? I'm too self-centered. I'm amazingly immune to that when focussed. But thanks for trying! Frankly, I think short of a brick to the head, I'm doomed.