So the other night...

I was about to buy a house. It wasn't a log cabin, but it was a rustic home with woods toward the back (you approached it from a road toward the back), but then fairly open with a neighbor to the left, land with some trees to the right, and a steep hill in front, leading down to a small river (too big to be a stream), with enough of a bank that there was a picnic table there. I signed a paper, but then heard the neighbor start his lawn mower, and thought, 'Oh my gosh, what have I just done?! There is so much land! And I can't just leave it to grow wild, it will have to be mowed! I can't do this!!!' And started to completely freak out.

After a bit I realized that since the paper hadn't been signed in front of a lawyer or a notary, I could technically still get out of the purchase. However, I felt bad going back on my word and was scared that they might sue. But I knew I had to at least ask, because not only was land a serious problem, the house really didn't get much natural sunlight, which would be a big problem for me. I finally did end up asking if they would shred or burn the paper. They were not happy. But they knew that technically the paper wasn't official. But they also knew that maybe there was a chance they could use it in a lawsuit. And so I was still freaking out.

But then, out of nowhere, came the 12th Doctor to buy it, 1) to save me from this situation, and 2) to turn it into an airb&b. As I would no longer have to be in charge of it or live in it for long, I decided to stay on for awhile to help him with the fixing up what needed to be done in order to turn it into one. (Figuring of course that we'd eventually get together.)

We worked on it for awhile and then I woke up. And thought, oh my gosh me and 12. We would be the worst airb&b hosts ever.