We did it!
We closed on our new house at 10 am yesterday morning. The sellers handed us the keys and the garage opener and wished us a happy life in the house they had lived in for 12 years. The closing is a strange ordeal with a closing agent at the head of the table, Jon and I and our realtor on one side and the sellers and their realtor on the other and our bank representative at the other head of the table. Papers fly across the table for you to sign and the print is so small there is no way to read it all unless you want to hold up the 6 other people in the room all day. Besides, not like our bank or the title agency would change anything if I pointed to a clause I wanted to bargain. They would chuckle and say “Good try” and that would be it. Anyway, what’s not to trust about our bank?! How could they try to do anything but be our buddy?
Jon and I walked out of the closing feeling excited but a little sticker-shocked. Nothing like having two mortgages to wake ya up to smell the coffee. I was still fighting the sticker shock when we drove over to the new house. I wanted to feel you were supposed to feel when you buy a new house – elated, on cloud nine, speechless. Jon was near those emotions; why couldn’t I be? We left and went back to work. When I got home, the kids ran up to me and yelled about going to the new house. Jon had told them we could head over. I put on a smile and got changed. I still felt ambivalent.
The kids jumped out of the car and ran towards the front door. They burst into the house and ran around the living room and family room. They rolled on the floors. They darted up the stairs to the bedrooms and the attic. They loved everything. As I watched them, I started to feel excited. I let go of all of my worries about selling our current house, money, expenses and just let myself breathe in our new home. The reasons for buying the house flooded my mind – holiday gatherings,
the go-to house for the kids’ friends, resting spot for traveling family and friends. When I went to bed last night, I felt more relaxed and welcoming to our new home. Today I met with Meg to discuss paint colors and carpet for the house. She has a decorator’s eye, and we came away with some kick a—colors for the downstairs and ideas for the rooms. When I rode my bike back to work, I caught myself smiling nearly the whole way, and thinking about how beautiful our new home would be and how great it would be to have our family and friends over to create a lifetime of memories.