I knew there would be things that would happen along the way. This process of building a home was new. We don't own the land. We won't see the house until it is almost complete and standing on the land we don't own and I have to hope it all looks like my Pinterest board on faith. Good thing I am a faithful woman.
But the news that the land that we didn't own may have some "paperwork" issues threw me overboard. I was so stressed out that I literally couldn't pee comfortably. Don't ask. So it was a valid question of when the real panic should start. I didn't want to start too soon. Premature panic isn't good for anyone, it just turns old and annoying. Too late and it seems like you don't care. I needed a signal. Smoked signals or a bird call-cah-cah, cah-cah!
The issue other than the obvious was that the entire budget was finished. The floor plan, the garage, the counters- all based on this lot. If it was no longer an option, we would need to start back at the beginning. THE BEGINNING.
While trying to ignore the unraveling of my sanity, I was interrupted by my sweet, always right husband with a text, "shit just got real" caption above our driveway. Our new driveway on the land we don't own for a house that lives on Pinterest. But only the driveway was real and had an excavator on it and trees were gone. It was the start. Panic postponed until further notice.
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