I ended up closing on my house the evening of the 15th of December. It came right down to the wire with getting the amount I needed to bring with me from the title agent. Then I got slowed down at the bank due to a lady who had clearly not read the fine print when she opened her account and was very cross about a fee that had been charged. The teller managed to work around her and get me the cashier’s check – though they ended up pulling from the wrong account and took my checking account very low.
The closing went as smoothly as a pile of of papers can be. I swear, I think they could have measured it in inches. I handed over the check, the realtor gave me a hug and a bottle of wine and I was suddenly a homeowner.
My folks, my sister and brother in law came up to see me that weekend and helped me move. I had trouble actually getting possession – the other realtor wasn’t answering his phone and we ended up just going over to see how the former owners were doing. They were just about done with two car loads to go and I got the keys and asked that they call me on my cell when they were finished.
Well, they never called and we ended up just going back over there. I got the doors opened and we got started on moving stuff in. We ended up making several trips and there was a lot of ibuprofen dished out. They headed back and I made another trip with my car that evening.
And I slept that night in my new place in my own bed. Pretty cool.