Our second projected closing date was around the corner. Gorgeous sunny days, perfect for outdoor work, were wasted. Just as rain crept back into the forecast, the septic company reappeared. Everyone was telling me that we were closing as planned, but I was certain that there was no way for it to happen. Honestly, I had flashbacks to the day before our wedding, when everyone kept telling me it wasn't going to rain and I knew that it was.
I felt like I was being dragged towards closing.
The second closing date came and went. The work wasn't done. A third closing date was proposed, but there was no way I could make it.
Weeks prior, I had scheduled surgery to have all of my wisdom teeth removed. At the time, I couldn't fathom that we wouldn't be in the house by that time. I thought I'd recover surrounded by our familiar things, unpacked and in our new home. I wound up recovering in the sublet. It wasn't ideal, but it was fine.
Maybe it was a good thing that we weren't in the house yet. I might have been frustrated that my rough recovery was preventing me from doing projects. The medication I was on made me extremely tired. When I had to venture out to go to the post office a few days after the surgery, I wound up gripping the counter to get through the conversation with the postal worker.
The nitrous was nice, though. So was losing five pounds because I had to drink my meals.
A fourth closing date was proposed and that morning, our seller's attorney let our attorney know that they didn't have anyone available to do the closing. Wait. What?
This isn't rocket science. It's a closing. On the seller's side, these things go really quickly. When I sold the condo, I think I was done with the paperwork in 20 minutes. The buyers spend a little bit more time signing documents.
I told our attorney's paralegal that we just can't drag this out anymore. We had to close. No more delays. She called the seller's attorney and they worked things out. That afternoon, we found ourselves here:
I sat in that room holding my swollen, black-and-blue face while we went through the documents. At one point, the paralegal come in with something and, as she told me several days later when we wound up at the same party, she thought I was crying over the closing. In reality, I was almost delirious between the pain and what the medications were doing to me.
We walked out with keys. Shiny, silver keys.
Don't worry...we re-keyed the house. This key is now useless.
Four days later, I came off the medications and felt so much better! I guess I shouldn't have followed the directions so carefully. I should have weened myself off them sooner. I went from lethargic and in pain to up and packing within 12 hours.
The seller's agent had picked up the "For Sale" sign by the time we went to the house with the first load of boxes and our realtor Jim Duncan came by with a sweet sign that announced us to the neighborhood. We thought it was such a nice touch and we even saw cars slow down to read the sign during those first few days.
Oh, that first closing date was right before our first anniversary. We thought we'd be celebrating in the new house, but we wound up going out to our wedding venue for lunch and then out for dinner.
Once we were in the new house, our wedding cake baker, Anita Gupta of Maliha Creations, made us our anniversary cake and put a glittery, gold key on top. So sweet!
So there you have it. Our frustrating home buying process is over. We've been in the house for a few weeks now and I can FINALLY write about what is happening around here.
There were honestly points when I thought we'd walk away from this house. There were points when I wanted to go back to our condo community and start all over again with another unit. Did you think we would end up in the house or did you think we'd walk away?
Next time I'll either share a floor plan or talk about our move and first few projects. If you have a preference, let me know.