You could be happy.

My boss asked me yesterday as I spoke about closing on my house, "Is it safe?" meaning the neighborhood. She looked genuinely concerned. She's a worrier. I assured her it's a quiet neighborhood, I have two large dogs, and I'm only going to be 2 miles from my parents and within walking distance of my sister and brother-in-law.
I'll have a security system installed, I'm meticulous about keeping doors and windows locked, I'll have a secure fence, and I've got the ultimate stranger/burglar alarm: Israel. And Judah isn't a sissy, either. If her hackles are up, she'll let out a spine-chilling bark. I've been scared by it enough times to know that it would give anyone pause.

I think we'll (my sister, BIL, mom, dad) go over this weekend regardless of closing on Monday to clean up the front yard. I cannot wait to get that done. It will make a very big difference to me as far as seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

In all honesty I wouldn't need to fix anything other than the floors, even that wouldn't need to be as extensive as it is going to be. I wouldn't need nice furniture, I wouldn't need to paint, even. The laundry room needs some work, but that's minimal. I could leave everything the way it is ... but I'm not going to. I could get by with second hand furniture, etc.
But I don't want to. As long as I pace myself, as long as I keep to the budget (i.e. not spending more than I make), it won't be a problem and I will be happy.

My boss asked if I wanted their old kitchen table since it didn't sell when they got rid of their other furniture from their old house. I said sure, I would take it. It's a bit different than accepting it from someone else--they honestly do have nice stuff. I'm a snob.

I think today I'll finish choosing paint colors and do some furniture shopping not only at the stores but also at the Salvation Army, Good Will, etc. Can't hurt to try to save money where I can!