I have a tale to tell…a LOT has changed since I last posted! But first, I’ll share the “prequel” to my story…
About a month and a half ago, we had an offer – a very nice offer – on our house. On day 9 of the 10 day inspection period, the buyer changed his mind. No reason was given, other than the age of our home (40 years old) and some potential, possible repairs that might come up in the future. We offered to lower the price to reflect these possible, potential repairs…the buyer still walked.
Three weeks ago, this same buyer came back and decided to accept the offer we had made before (lowered price)…. It was a cash offer, no contingencies…and we had to find a place to live and be ready to close in just over two weeks.
Obviously, no one – not us, nor either of the realtors – wanted to take a chance that the buyer would change his mind yet again…so we hustled. And by “we” I mean mostly me. We looked at about a gazillion disgusting, mildewy, moldy dumps before finally finding a place to rent for the next year. The past few weeks have been a blur of cardboard boxes and plastic storage bins and gasps of dismay as we uncovered more hidden caches of stored “stuff” from the past 13 1/2 years. I’ll just say that the old house was larger and had more storage than I ever realized. This process started out in a rather organized manner that resembled a move…but ended up looking more like the fall of Saigon!
The good news is that it’s done; we have closed, and we have moved. The bad news is that I’m STILL surrounded by cardboard boxes and still have lots of “purging” of stuff to do (Remember that analogy of the fall of Saigon? We “evacuated” all the last minute stuff into our garage. It’s still there…)
In some ways, I think it was a blessing that we were so rushed and frantic about getting packed and moved in such a short amount of time. We didn’t have time to really feel sad about leaving. The kids grew up in that house and there are a lot of memories associated with it. We will miss it. We will miss A LOT about it…but we won’t miss the constant upkeep. And, honestly, it was time to move on.
I have more news to share…but I’m going to save that for another day 😉. I’ll give a tiny hint, though. We are going to need to come up with some sort of nickname for our cat, Jack….any ideas?