Yesterday, I was on cloud nine because we actually signed this apartment that just felt like home the moment we stepped into it. But today I’m freaking out. My mind is frantically latching on to things to worry about. I’m guessing it all boils down to my need for control and dread of telling my family about the apartment. I should not care what they think, but I still worry that they will think that it was a stupid decision.
Sorry for the rant.