Signing in blood?

Yesterday was the day - the day of signing!

So much was running through my head (or should I say still running through my head); why didn't I study law or something so I could understand the contract wording; what happens if house prices drop and I'm left with a larger debt than the house is worth; what happens if I can't afford the loan repayments, bills, rates, petrol and food (can I eat less?); what if I chose a bad combination of colours; what if ... what if... OMG!

My solicitor, BJT Legal, were wonderful. They sat down with me and listened to me as I asked them questions about the contract (I used a lot of sticky notes). And after that, I felt much better. After all, I am doing this for me - the next step in living my life as an independent woman!

By the time I got to Simonds to sign contracts, most of my anxieties had receded. The Simonds' Rep, Danny, joked about how I had to sign until my hand cramped and I couldn't sign any more. But I was surprised at how easy it was to sign that much money away - lol - no cramps in my hand. I just hope I don't get cramps in my stomach from regret.

Who knows what the future holds. I know that I'm excited. I know that lots of things will happen (both good and bad) between signing and moving in. But I will move in, and life will begin. And that brings a smile to my face!