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Why do ghosts haunt?
Aug. 1st, 2012 02:25 amI'm back to being curled up in a ball of tears while trying to go to sleep during random bouts of mourning. This time is different, though, because they're intermingled with moments of sheer frustration and anger. Go away, already.
The house hunting stress isn't helping. This evening's showings made my decision harder, not easier, and now I can't sleep. I found one house that is ridiculously cheap, but not only is it in Haltom City, it backs up to one of the heavily used train tracks. While I like the sound of trains passing, I don't like the sounds of their horns, and I know there's plenty of street crossings near that spot, and the horns would be going off quite often. I'm worried that getting that house would equate to many wakeful nights due to the trains. I'd have to put money into it to get it fixed up, but so far it's all cosmetic oldness that needs to turn into happy newness, and I can take my time with that. At the price this house is going for, and if there's no structural issues (we couldn't see any signs of any), I'd be a fool not to snag it up.
I'd still prefer the house with the foundation issues which is $20k more and across the street from a junior high. I'd rather suffer the children and school bells than suffer the track noises and train horn. I picture The Blue Brothers when I imagine a train going by. All it would need is Carrie Fisher wielding a rocket launcher to solve the problem. Foundation problems, though. I have no guarantees that they will be fixed for good or that there won't be complications from having the foundation adjusted, like pipes busting or more cracks appearing.
My stomach is in knots. I know I need to make a different decision than what I would prefer, but it's eating me up inside.
There's other things on my mind as well. Brain won't shut up. I should have taken a shot of something to help me sleep.
Happy aside: This is what takes place in my brain 24/7. I think too much? HAH! If you only knew. I meant it when I told the guy back in my early 20s that I drank to get my brain to shut the fuck up.
The house hunting stress isn't helping. This evening's showings made my decision harder, not easier, and now I can't sleep. I found one house that is ridiculously cheap, but not only is it in Haltom City, it backs up to one of the heavily used train tracks. While I like the sound of trains passing, I don't like the sounds of their horns, and I know there's plenty of street crossings near that spot, and the horns would be going off quite often. I'm worried that getting that house would equate to many wakeful nights due to the trains. I'd have to put money into it to get it fixed up, but so far it's all cosmetic oldness that needs to turn into happy newness, and I can take my time with that. At the price this house is going for, and if there's no structural issues (we couldn't see any signs of any), I'd be a fool not to snag it up.
I'd still prefer the house with the foundation issues which is $20k more and across the street from a junior high. I'd rather suffer the children and school bells than suffer the track noises and train horn. I picture The Blue Brothers when I imagine a train going by. All it would need is Carrie Fisher wielding a rocket launcher to solve the problem. Foundation problems, though. I have no guarantees that they will be fixed for good or that there won't be complications from having the foundation adjusted, like pipes busting or more cracks appearing.
My stomach is in knots. I know I need to make a different decision than what I would prefer, but it's eating me up inside.
There's other things on my mind as well. Brain won't shut up. I should have taken a shot of something to help me sleep.
Happy aside: This is what takes place in my brain 24/7. I think too much? HAH! If you only knew. I meant it when I told the guy back in my early 20s that I drank to get my brain to shut the fuck up.
