Prepare for Landing

You know how when you've been on a plane for a while, squeezed into your seat, tired of sudoku puzzles and the on-flight entertainment, and the captain announces you're about to land, the descent seems excruciatingly long?

That's what this is like.

At this point, we've turned in the majority of the mortgage loan documents to our broker.  We've paid for the appraisal; it just needs to be scheduled.  The radon test did come back high, but the current owners of the house agreed to have it mitigated and re-tested to ensure the levels are safely where they should be.  That was by far the most expensive modification we requested.

So now we wait.  Luckily, I'm really busy with work right now, so I have distractions.

Yet every little thing is going on around here carries a banner that reads: "Soon, you'll get your life back."  A few minutes ago, the baby pushed over the tower fan in our room, and it loudly crashed to the floor.

"Is everything okay?" Bruce's dad called out from another room.

"Yes!" I replied.

He strode all the way into our room anyways, to make sure Emmie was okay.

I just sat here and watched him, silently.

Soon.

I just pray the last leg of this trip is smooth and unremarkable.  We'll glide into the airport, unfasten our seat belts, and exit the plane in an orderly fashion.  I don't want to feel the plane tip upwards again and hear the captain say we need to circle the city for a while, due to stormy weather.  Or worse!