Offically Townie
OK, willing to admit; little overwhelmed. It's busy days.
We closed Friday and by 11AM had the keys and were in the house ... at least I was. Phillip dropped off 2 chairs, a table and a lamp in the garage and tore off to The Club. Apparently, the races can't start without him.
In the past, because Philip was traveling or all ready moved; I sold our 3 homes but have never been at a closing. Maybe Kentucky has unique rules. We walked into the title company office; there's our banker, title people, both realtors and the sellers. The sellers and their realtor go to another room. We sit at the table with the banker, our realtor and title person. There's a gift basket with a bottle of champagne ... I keep the basket near me.
The paper shuffle starts. Holy Moly, I lost count of the times I signed my name, all the while attempting to read some of the print. In the meantime, from the corner of my eye; I can tell Philip is distracted as he's rapidly shuffling thru papers and not paying attention. I whisper "either start signing or say something; this is getting weird." Turns out, there were numerous mistakes made in yesterdays "final" disclosure ... reissued 3x's and we didn't see the 3rd one which didn't include our escrow payment. We hadn't moved enough $. Philip's foresight saved the day; he had 2 checkbooks with him.
Finally, we're done. The Sellers and their agent join us and there's sort of a formal handoff from old to new. It was kind of nice. She prepared a detailed manual of appliances, warranties, notes anything that might have a quirk, dates as to when repairs were done, changes made and names of contractors.
Turns out they're retired military (air force colonel); moved 26x's ... pros at moving. She's giving me the run down on townhouse association and then comes the fait accompli ... "I was co-chair of the landscaping committee. I told my co-chair there's a local well known master gardener moving in. The co-chair will be calling on you." I give a weak smile, wondering "what the ....?" Then i remember, her realtor, Judy. Judy is friends of my friends. We went to Santa Fe together 5 years ago. Aha!
Anyway, while Philip may have briefly halted to unload; I parked in the garage, closed the garage door (a sign that no one's home), and entered our new home. It was the 1st time by myself, no sellers, no realtor, no clutter, just me. I went from room to room; sitting in the middle of the floor in each room and tried to imagine what our lives will be like. This is an enormous change and it happened so fast; I hope we'll be happy. But i'm drinking the champagne, no problem being happy … now to get my car unloaded.
My first day I bring in my cooktop espresso pot and a cup. Then it was toilet paper, some books, my mother's quilt, a wicker chair and I made myself a nest.
I'm home.
We closed Friday and by 11AM had the keys and were in the house ... at least I was. Phillip dropped off 2 chairs, a table and a lamp in the garage and tore off to The Club. Apparently, the races can't start without him.
In the past, because Philip was traveling or all ready moved; I sold our 3 homes but have never been at a closing. Maybe Kentucky has unique rules. We walked into the title company office; there's our banker, title people, both realtors and the sellers. The sellers and their realtor go to another room. We sit at the table with the banker, our realtor and title person. There's a gift basket with a bottle of champagne ... I keep the basket near me.
The paper shuffle starts. Holy Moly, I lost count of the times I signed my name, all the while attempting to read some of the print. In the meantime, from the corner of my eye; I can tell Philip is distracted as he's rapidly shuffling thru papers and not paying attention. I whisper "either start signing or say something; this is getting weird." Turns out, there were numerous mistakes made in yesterdays "final" disclosure ... reissued 3x's and we didn't see the 3rd one which didn't include our escrow payment. We hadn't moved enough $. Philip's foresight saved the day; he had 2 checkbooks with him.
Finally, we're done. The Sellers and their agent join us and there's sort of a formal handoff from old to new. It was kind of nice. She prepared a detailed manual of appliances, warranties, notes anything that might have a quirk, dates as to when repairs were done, changes made and names of contractors.
Turns out they're retired military (air force colonel); moved 26x's ... pros at moving. She's giving me the run down on townhouse association and then comes the fait accompli ... "I was co-chair of the landscaping committee. I told my co-chair there's a local well known master gardener moving in. The co-chair will be calling on you." I give a weak smile, wondering "what the ....?" Then i remember, her realtor, Judy. Judy is friends of my friends. We went to Santa Fe together 5 years ago. Aha!
Anyway, while Philip may have briefly halted to unload; I parked in the garage, closed the garage door (a sign that no one's home), and entered our new home. It was the 1st time by myself, no sellers, no realtor, no clutter, just me. I went from room to room; sitting in the middle of the floor in each room and tried to imagine what our lives will be like. This is an enormous change and it happened so fast; I hope we'll be happy. But i'm drinking the champagne, no problem being happy … now to get my car unloaded.
My first day I bring in my cooktop espresso pot and a cup. Then it was toilet paper, some books, my mother's quilt, a wicker chair and I made myself a nest.
I'm home.
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