Signs or Paranoia

A house near Grafenwoehr Germany being built

Since I was a little girl I dreamt of owning my own house. While others daydreamed of weddings I imagined a chain of homes with each one decorated in a different style. Yesterday I finally got a chance to own a part of my dream.

Only… things didn’t go as planned. My husband couldn’t get a pass to drive the five hours to look at houses with us. The whole five hour drive down there it rained despite a forecast of sunny. I hit construction five times nearly making me late; good think I left 30mins earlier than planned. The two houses I wanted to see the most turned out to be horrible. Seven houses later I found one I liked. The yard is fenced in so my Jack can’t get out; no flowerbeds or trees to climb on to jump the fence. It has room to fit my king size fourposter canopy bed and the matching wardrobe and dresser. It has a fireplace in the kitchen! It’s perfect for us.

I ran out of time to start the paperwork there and told the realtor to send it to my husband.

On the way home I was assailed by a Bad Feeling. I told myself it was just jitters of a dream realized after so long. The feeling got worse as night seemed to descend out of nowhere. I ignored the feeling telling myself all first time homeowners experience doubts. The rain started yet again and the feeling grew. Something Bad would happen if we offered on the house. What could possibly be bad about it? It was in a good neighborhood, exactly what we needed, we’d live there 3-4yrs till my husband’s next PCS, rent it out for 3-4yrs then move back as he retired.

Four hours later and nearing home the feeling was at a near panic in the back of my mind. I was never one to ignore such feelings despite my tendency to be stubborn. Finally I threw up my hands, too tired from trying to stay awake through the pitch dark of night and the steady lull of rain, to fight the Bad Feeling anymore. I wouldn’t sign on the house.

Almost instantly the Bad Feeling went away and I experienced peace. Finally arriving home at midnight I poured my 9yr old into bed and collapsed.

Now I get to explain to my husband that a Feeling won’t let me sign on the house. He’ll be angry at me for making him get us preapproved and that he started the paperwork as soon as he got the email.

But he’ll get over it in time, because my Bad Feelings are never wrong.


About Marcia Young

I’m the wife of an NCO and the mother of one, home schooled, special needs child. I have won several people’s choice awards for my fanfiction under the moniker MLMonty. All of my current published works can be found via Smashwords and other retailers under my nom de plume Marcia Young. I am currently open to finding a new literary agent and publisher.
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2 Responses to Signs or Paranoia

  1. fishgranny says:

    Is there a follow-up to this? Just curious. 🙂

    • marciayoung says:

      Nope, I didn’t sign on the house and even now I can’t find myself regretting it. I don’t know why I can’t but I can’t I’m keeping my ear open to see if anything happens in that area or to see if our situation changes in the next 7yrs. I may never know.

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