Closing Time

Let me just admit that closing day was the most stressful day of my life.  I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and couldn’t even sit.  I was on the brink of a panic attack all morning and all afternoon.  My wedding day was a cinch compared to this.  What caused all of this anxiety?  A multitude of things:

1.  It was still uncertain whether or not we could actually close on the house that day.
2.  Friends and family were going to help us move in on Saturday, so if we didn’t close on Friday, then we’d lose our help.
3.  A big proposal at work had blown up a few days prior, and I was afraid I was going to have to work that day and all weekend.
4.  The majority of our savings account was about to vanish in one afternoon.
5.  I am just a neurotic and emotional and wacky human being.  It’s my nature.

Evan felt the same way.  We drove to our 9:00 a.m. final walkthrough of the house in complete silence.  And then we got all giddy once we pulled into our future street and into our future driveway.  Yes, giddy.

I feel spoiled.

Our realtor, Carol, met us in the driveway with a huge grin. We were also welcomed by our future cat (the seller offered us his outdoor cat), Mac, who proceeded in molting hair all over us.  And we got word that closing had been postponed from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. — but who cared?  It was TODAY.  Life seemed surreal.

ALMOST ours.

Then… we walked inside.  The seller’s belongings were scattered everywhere.  He hadn’t moved out yet.  There were tables, chairs, boxes, trash, linens, and even a dozen or so tea settings left on the kitchen counter.  The kitchen, dining room, living room, and garage were a mess.  Carol immediately embarked on a battle of phone tag with the seller and his realtor.  They made a deal that we would reschedule a final final walkthough at 1:00 p.m., and that the seller would get all of his stuff out by then.

I guess a plus side was that when we looked into our backyard, we were greeted by a flock of wild turkeys.

Hey, dudes.

From there, Evan and I didn’t know what to do.  We were still incredibly nervous and talked a thousand miles per minute, but were elated.  We ate breakfast at Panera; coordinated working efforts with my company’s teaming partners; spent too much money at Bed, Bath, and Beyond; and putzed around to kill time.  It felt like an eternity.

The seller and his grandson were still hard at work when we returned to the house. They weren’t able to completely remove everything, understandably, and I was a little bummed that the seller didn’t clean the house at all.  Regardless, he handed us the KEYS, told us to be good to Mac, and promised to return on Saturday for the remaining items.

We met, as scheduled, at the attorney’s office at 2:00 p.m.  We read, initialed, signed, and dated a heck of a lot of papers.  But there was also a lot of laughter and a lot of smiles.  We were homeowners.


The best part of the day?  Releasing the hounds.  They had NO IDEA what was going on, where they were, and why there weren’t people in every room to greet them.  All we heard for hours was the constant clicking of their toenails and jingling of their dog tags as they raced from room to room.

Wild man Crash.
Floppy-tongued Zubie.
Lap #659.

Happy.  Very, extremely, incredibly… happy.

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