Actually I did the final closing on Friday, but I wanted to celebrate it here today, as this is still a special day to me.
I have not written about it as I did not want to jinx anything (silly superstition). It has been a long and difficult road. When I first started this process I was living with my friend, Martine. Then I had to move with no home in sight until I got the short sale, a duplex, in August.
Yet, if something is meant to be it will be…and I began to wonder about positive vs. negative thinking, and then decided to watch what I post concerning the house as just about all that could go wrong did. Long story short, as the bank took so long for every little response eventually the seller could no longer wait and well, sad story. In the meantime, it left me out of house effectively.
Getting back to why in real estate many adhere to the “if it meant to be” philosophy. Within a week of losing the short sale an end unit townhome in a good area came up. Comparable to the duplex, much better condition (move in ready but I am repainting the master bedroom–red wall? No thanks, rather have green). It is more south but also closer to my friends Cassie and Vicki, and above all it has a garage (take that snow on the car and birdies).
It is perfect–the space I wanted with an unfinished good size basement (easily another room and a second bathroom, basically room to grow). That and the deck with a large tree in the backyard, beautiful. It has such a natural peace to it, quite Celtic Zen (Shakespeare moment, I created a phrase, this is a good day ). Yet, a bit of sadness as that reminds me of Katie too. She was very supportive through all of this and well, Irish bond. I will not forget her post about her dishwasher and all of her advice on owning a home. She was right…when it is meant to be.
It went so much smoother than the last one. The paperwork, inspections, all of it. I do not know if I should credit “meant to be” or avoiding negativity or what, but I now own a home (well I have a mortgage, a sign of maturity, debt, but hey, this place is cheaper than rent and I get a tax break while building equity too…and I can paint my walls whatever I want–score).
My family was a great help to me, I thank you all, and I will thank you again personally.
While reflecting on home ownership on this special day, I remember talking to my friend Karen, and being reminded of friends recently too.
Karen and I were discussing her possibly visiting this summer, as a housewarming/birthday visit, after all I now have a guest room. We were thinking it could be nice, she noted it would be nice to see me in person since other than this last December we had not hung out in person for about three years. We talked about how funny it was, how life just speeds up and we lose track of time, but despite it all we are still as much of friends as we were when we saw one another more often. As we get older it seems to happen. I have several friends with whom much like Karen we may only talk on the phone here and there (sometimes only once or twice a year) but we are still as much friends as ever. And when we are together it is as though no time has passsed, it is seamless, they are my friends no matter time, distance, how often we get to hang out, and I do not give up on friends. And I am grateful to my friends for knowing me and being patient with me through all of this.
And that is just how I am I guess. On this special day, I hope you enjoy it and have a great day. I will be figuring out shades of green…kind of like shades of grey but I think much better.