Anxiety's Floor Plan

Ever wondered what anxiety loooks like? Well, for me, it looks kind of like this:



This is the floor plan of the condo that I signed a contract to buy today.
Along with writing one of the biggest checks I've written in a long, long time, I signed a note saying that I'll write them an even bigger check in about a month.
And that, of course, is to say nothing of the checks I'll be writing every month for the next 30 years...
Actually, that's not really true. I won't be writing checks on this place for the next 30 years because the odds are that I won't get financing.
Wait, no, that's not the reason. I forgot that I'm trying to be optimistic. The reason that I won't be writing checks on this place for the next 30 years is that I will no doubt sell the place at a significant profit sometime within the next few years and will move on to something bigger and better.
If all goes according to plan, in a little over a month I'll be living in a state of abject poverty inside a shiny new condo in Leesburg.
Of course, I can't recall a time in my life when everything went according to plan, and, despite what I might be hoping, I don't see that pattern changing.
Still, people keep assuring me that I'm doing the right thing. I think that as well, but that doesn't keep me from feeling anxious about it, or worried that the whole thing will fall through.
But we'll see, I guess.
In any case, I'll likely be back later with more of an entry.