During the day I'm calm, and rational. I think to myself things like, well, if the house burns down at least I'll get new furniture. I've always wanted matching furniture. I'll also get to shop for new towels. I've really been wanted to re-do the bathrooms. And, I suppose I could finally get to pick out a bedroom set that I like, instead of the one Hubby purchased before we were married.
Then at night I wake up in a slight panic and nauseous. How long are we going to be forced to live like this?
I've realized that the fear of uncertainty is the fear that has the strongest grip on me. I'm working through it, but -aside from a deployment- I cannot think of a better real-life opportunity to conquer this that fear than a situation such as this. Is it really possible that I could be homeless?