I took care of my utilities today, and have all of them set to continue on where the current owner leaves off on the 20th. I love the idea of owning my own home, but sometimes, all of the tedious little details are just that… tedious.

I’m feeling an odd mood today. On the one hand, I’m excited as hell about the happenings in my life. It’ll mean closure on a lot of different levels. On the other hand, I’m nervous about the form in which the closure will take, and how well things will work out in the end. These are major things I’m doing now… things that will in no small way shape the course of my life, at least for the next few years, if not longer. I’ve been going full bore for the last few weeks, barely taking time to seriously consider my decisions… trusting and acting on instinct. I’ve been far more impulsive lately than in recent history. Hell, I thought to myself one day that I might like to buy instead of rent, and a week and a half later had signed an offer letter for a ~$150,000 house. Three weeks later (and a week from now) I’ll be closing on that same house. For the betterment of everyone helping me move, I think I’m going to employ the same mindset in terms of what I’m keeping and what I’m pitching/selling during the move.

All this frenzied activity has left me barely enough time to stop and reflect on what I’m doing. I’m pretty sure that’s not a bad thing, b/c I’m confident that my instincts have been correct. Still, there’s a small part of me that dreads, even if a little, the inevitable calm after the storm, in which my mind will, of it’s own accord, bend itself towards everything I’ve done, for better or worse, over the course of the last 6 months.

That’ll be a hoot.

In the end, time will be the final arbiter, regardless of how much or little I worry about it.