IT’S CLOSING DAY!!
Between the day our offer was accepted (in the second week of December) and closing day there was about 6 weeks – the most excruciating 6 weeks that I think were even worse than the last 6 weeks before our wedding. I have found that there’s a special kind of crippling anxiety that comes with moving, thinking about moving, getting ready to move and it affected me greatly. Packing everything up just to be unpacked again soon, how did we accumulate so much stuff? I can’t even lift these boxes. Where is it going to live in the new house? The title of this post should probably read The Sixth Anxiety starring Haley Noelle Higgins Joel Osment but ANYWAY – closing was at 11am at a laywer’s office that I’ve never been to with people that I’ve never met and lots of paperwork I don’t want to waste their time reading through every word of – I took three hours off of work because I thought I needed three hours to sign my life away.
As usual and a recurring thing throughout this adventure, I was wrong. It took less than an hour. It was really awkward sitting across from the sellers because, in negotiations, we paid 10k less than what our house was appraised for AND we asked them to pay our closing costs. They agreed to do so immediately but the air became heavier when the lawyer man said they will be wiring him 5k and we will be receiving a check for 1k AND they owe us $500 for the rotten wood on the deck we’ll be replacing. I just wanted to get out of there. Then it got worse, we were discussing life plans and I mentioned that I wanted a house first before we ever got pregnant – I would NEVER want to do this while pregnant. Then the wife across the table stood up to excuse herself to the restroom and it turns out she’s very pregnant – 8 months with a boy. For 2017 I may start thinking more about the things I say out loud.
It was done. It was a peaceful transition of power. All of the house keys were in our hands. And we were hungry. I had two hours left until I had to go back to work so of course we went to Taco Bell and ate our first meal together in the kitchen floor. We admired the vaulted ceilings, measured a few things, held up swatches to the awful green and yellow walls we needed to cover in the next couple of days, made a list of the necessary items that needed replacing and I went on back to work. I didn’t want to leave my husband alone in our new house but alas, I have to afford a house payment now.