Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Lucky Star

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I felt very “light.” I hadn’t felt that way in a long time. It took me a minute to realize that I did NOT in fact wake up as a size 6, but instead, even better, WE SOLD OUR HOUSE ON SATURDAY. Holy crap, it finally happened…

I shouldn’t complain or use the word “finally.” We only had our house listed for 45 days. Our realtor had mentioned when we listed that some houses were sitting on the market for TEN months. That’s a serious amount of time.

The buyers saw the house for the first time on Friday night. We returned home and I felt a little funny. There were a few times that I would return after a showing and felt like, “Whoever was here HATED this house.” We’d later get the feedback and I was usually right. On this night, I didn’t know what to feel, it was weird.

Within an hour, someone set up a second showing and our realtor was calling on the phone. She told me that the people who had come are relocating from a different state and had spent the day looking at a ton of houses. Our house made the final three and they expected to make a decision the following day. She called back a few minutes later and told me that their final three was now down to two, as one turned out to be a short sale.

We happy danced around, cleaned even though everything was already clean and we went to bed. The next morning we made our beds (after we move, I’m not making a bed for six months) and piled into the car with the girls and the dogs. EN had an errand he wanted to run, so we drove forever, I sat in the car FOR EONS with two girls and three dogs, finally we got to go back home. By this time, Spice was possessed by the devil, so I lay down with her with my cell phone by my head.

At 2:00 pm, we got a phone call and an offer. The offer was as close to perfect as you can get: within $5,000 of asking price. They wanted a quick close and didn’t ask for help with their closing costs. In the meantime, we’re running around again because we have another showing at 3:30. We went to the new house to celebrate our offer, which we absolutely accepted. Now our biggest worry was whether or not the bank could bring themselves to pull the deed and power of attorney for the new house out of their asses so we could close.

On Tuesday, I got an email from the realtor saying that the bank had finally gotten their shit straight and we could close on the new house on Thursday. Seriously? We sold our house Saturday and buy another on Thursday? Just when I whined to the realtor about where I was going to go with the girls and dogs for three hours on Thursday while they inspect our house? I HAVE ANOTHER HOUSE TO GO TO! Could things have worked out more perfectly?

Of course we have the next few weeks to get through: the appraisal, inspection, two closings, the move, but the biggest worry, the worry of financial ruin, is behind us. If everything goes according to plan, we will not have to make double mortgage payments in any month. Our house sold for enough money that we’ll be able to make a good dent in the necessary repairs to the new house.

In the meantime we have gotten the feedback from the people who came to see the house Saturday afternoon. Their comments were so rude that had we not gotten the offer, I would have pulled the house from the market and backed out of the other deal. Their realtor commented on the landscaping, the clutter and the “depersonalization” needed within the house. People, you are coming here to look at my fucking house. Everything in it and around it is changeable. If you can’t see past the FIVE pictures of Sugar and Spice hanging in my house, get the fuck out. There is no need to be rude. This is not House Hunters on HGTV.

As for the mother that has offered her brilliant advice, called and texted repeatedly, making comments about how all the ‘bad omens’ were indicating that we should back out of the deal… Screw you lady. Your bad omens are the lucky stars hanging over my shoulder. AND if you keep hinting to your son about the financial ruin his wife is putting him in, not only are you never going to live there, you can kiss visiting good-bye as well.  

Ice Princess

1 comment:

  1. You go, girl! :-) So, so, so happy for you guys!