June 9, 2013
Yesterday I accepted an offer on the apartment I'm living in now in the Bronx and made an offer on an adorable house in Athens, NY. Today, I'm feeling spent, a little queasy, and kind of excited all at the same time. As with any such transition, I'm second-guessing my decisions, fretting about worst possible outcomes, and wondering if it's not too late to change my mind. Did the little house really feel enough like home to make the leap? Was I maybe just forcing myself to be enthusiastic about the place because that's what I felt the situation warranted?