I'm feeling extreme frustration

There are 2 more days of students, and most of them won't show up the last two days. Friday is a workday and next week is a full 5 days of curriculum planning. My parents are coming into town on the same day as my ostensible closing date on my first home. I've been invited over to a match's house for dinner this week. I should (terrible word) be feeling extreme satisfaction.

I called my agent today after playing email tag with Escrow people. There were questions about the process and the like. I was feeling like everything was falling into place: I was going to be able to move into the condo this weekend, prior to the parents arriving, and I would have rallied the Portland troops to lend a hand (greased by booze and tomato pie, of course). The one niggling concern was that there was no sign of the present tenants moving out, so I asked said agent about this. He'd get back to me. Ich. I still feel the aftershocks of disappointment. The seller had only given the 30 day notice a week ago (when the earnest money was turned over). ARRRGH! Now my time line is all kinds of wampus. Must close and move before the July 4th weekend and my subsequent 2 week stay in Kalamath Falls. That's all there is to it.

I feel like I've been chugging along since I was visiting last April for an apartment, quit my job, started packing, drove cross country, found a job, kept the job, etc. I've only just found out in the past 2 weeks that our school is not doing so hot. No schools are doing too hot. The economy is in the tank, and it certainly isn't a good time for the design-build industry. Well, we don't have the number of students that we wanted, so our day dream of hiring an architecture teacher is kaput. The nightmare of a 20% salary decrease is far more imminent. Our staff briefing today after the Monday board meeting yesterday revealed that 10% is a more accurate number. Not a great time to be making the biggest purchase of my life. Even if it is 50k below asking price.

In the deepest recesses of my soul, I still have the naive belief that all things will work out for the best.

Hmmm.