Show Down at High Noon

I am sitting here in my spotless decluttered room having a minor panic attack. Tomorrow, at noon, I have my home inspection. General, radon, and termites. Obviously, this is something you absolutely have to do, but my stomach is in knots. I expect there to be some things in the house that need to be fixed, but I am terrified there will be a huge problem that will be too expensive to fix. If the seller and I cannot reach an agreement about price and who pays for what repairs, I may have to walk away from the deal altogether.

Not only would this suck because I would have wasted the money the inspection costs, I will also be so heartbroken. Unfortunately, I have let myself become attached to this home and I have spent hours dreaming about renovations and paint colors. I know that I will make the decision that is best for me, but I am going to have to watch myself to make sure I don't just try to take this house at any cost. 

So now I am off to try to sleep without tossing and turning too much. Because at HIGH NOON tomorrow, it is the showdown of the inspectors. And while part of me wants them to find nothing wrong with the home, I also want them to do a thorough check and find any little thing that could possibly need to be fixed. I will be ready for them with my spiral notebook and open ears.