Bee Tree Farm

There’s a small chance you wondered what happened. There’s a very big chance you didn’t. That’s the difference between you and me. When there’s something brewing for me or someone I care about then it’s all consuming. In the worst way. You’re probably the “other kind of person” who says “meh” with a shoulder shrug when something’s brewing that you can’t control. If that’s what you’re like then I really want to be like you. In the worst way.

The deal is that there’s really no deal yet. As expected, the appraisal, which should have been completed last week – was not. We got a slightly disturbing call from the appraiser who flippantly mentioned that, before even checking, he was pretty sure “no comps exist for what you’re trying to build,” and went on to bluntly ask, “did you really believe, in this market, you could build a nice house in the country?”

OH! Silly, SILLY ME. Because we’re real estate experts and all, from way back. We should know better (punctuated with a palm-to-forehead slap). See, those are the kind of comments that make me want to do something really outrageous as a form of self expression, like start breaking dishes, or punch a wall. After investing a lot of time and money into this project, it’s infuriating to only be certain whether the project can actually happen until the last possible moment. Does that make any sense at all? To anyone? No, not if you’re reasonable. As I clearly am (aside from the violent tendencies as mentioned above).

It’s times like these that I truly wish I could dig deep and conjure the laid back, super chill homegirl version of Jenna that surely resides somewhere in my psyche. That chick would definitely do the shoulder shrug and peace out on the whole situation (yep, I just wrote peace out). THAT CHICK would embrace the uncertainty and understand that what you can’t control only makes you frustrated, and life’s too short for that nonsense. THAT CHICK is a bada&% mother.

That chick don’t exist.

So it’s just me and some pathetic attempts to keep cool amidst this blindingly stupid process. In fact, I’m trying very hard to mimic Jer’s reaction to this whole ordeal. He’s been eating AND sleeping normally. Like, every day. How is that possible?! I have a lot to learn. In the meantime I’ll continue to work on developing my inner homeslice – that incredibly relaxed person who just let’s things roll.

Jenna out.