Everything is my obsession

Periodically I go through spaces of time where I am completely obsessed with one idea or another. For example, of late I've been obsessed with our upcoming move.

As I mentioned a few times previously here and here and here, we are in the process of buying a house. I say in the process because it feels like, what with the daily requests for more and more documents by the underwriters, we are swirling in a vortex of unending ALMOST-THEREishness.

My Realtor assures me this is all part of the process; you get pre-qualified for the loan; the loan people request pay stubs and bank statements and tax returns; and then they get busy looking at all that mess and so the underwriters can come back and ask for documents to certify the documents that have been certified.

Call it survival (or, you know, insanity), but in these times of "ohmygawwd I want it so much I could scream"-like waiting, my flighty mind has gone into overdrive; I find myself struggling to keep up with my thoughts.

Example: The door. We need to build a door for the den, to transform the space into a little girls' room. Thus, I begin all the machinations that I must go through to make sure the door gets created. Starting with, who do I call? (Besides Ghostbusters.) Who do I know that has ever had a door build before? I locate someone, call and get a reference. Then I call the recommended doorbuilder who needs to then meet with him to see the space but first we need permission to measure the space so I call the Realtor who has to call other seller's Realtor to get an appointment to see the space to measure the door area to decide what to build and how much drywall work if any will be involved and then he (the doorbuilder) will need to place a bid and if I want to get other bids I have to repeat this same process in its entirety and eventually select a builder so he can measure and design and order the door and... look. Look, while we were standing here staring at the space for the door I noticed there, in the laundry room, another something that requires attention. Appliances. We need to buy a washer and dryer. So first I need to research what kind of washer to get...

...And on it goes. Everything is a process with a thousand steps and all of the steps seem to capture all of my attention until my mind is suddenly focused elsewhere. Then I completely drop the first obsession, for the next.

On the upside, my brains only figuratively hurts. Literally, it's just fine