Could someone have told me that buying a house is not fun?

I have stress, stréss. For example, just lying knock-out in bed, one breath away from my much-needed sleep, my boyfriend starts talking about the rent of our apartment that we have to cancel, but what if the purchase doesn't go through? We won't have a house anymore. Wide awake I was, unable to close an eye. And thanks a lot.

I'm almost getting spots on my neck, but honestly: when I signed at the real estate agent on Wednesday for our new house, I got really warm. Penalty clause of ten percent here, deposit there, obligation of three days this way and another penalty of that way. Guys, girls, I thought this was the time for visiting flooring contractors, which wallpaper goes where and let's replace the couch, but I'm buried well above my hairline in paperwork. And that in a paperless era.

Take the life insurance for example, so uncheerful too. ‘Because if you die or you or you or you, then the other must still be able to live, etc., etc., percentages, euros, etc.’ In my head, all possible scenarios play out. Who first, how, why and especially when, because what if this happens before we move? Let's not let that happen, because then we're stuck in trouble. Furthermore, I'm a very light-hearted and carefree type, no worries, but it makes you think.

Meanwhile, I'm emailing the notary signatures that are for the mortgage advisor, I'm sending documents to the appraiser for applying for a mortgage and the selling agent... I actually don't remember what I had to let them know. Thank goodness I got a to-do list from the advisor and was ordered to WRITE SOMETHING DOWN, because she saw it disappearing in my head while she was telling me. I got a folder, she put the paperwork in it, to-dos included so I couldn't lose them, I got a bag around it, she even hung it over my shoulder and when I get home my boyfriend asks where it is. So far we are safe.

People are also congratulating me on that house, while I get a frown on my forehead and raised eyebrows from it. I'm actually happy when I get to go to work, because then I don't have to think about my house, where we will get the key on January 15 (holy Moses, so fast). Provided we don't have a penalty clause, deposit, interest, percentages... Help!

I think I'll just drive by it later. It's actually the only thing that helps to calm me down a bit. Six more weeks and then I'll light the fireplace for the first time. Breathe in, breathe out.