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December 5, 2005
The check's in the mail
Jamie brought me a book to read tonight. Barnyard Dance. It's one of the first books we got for her, a gift from my brother. Coincidentally, it's also the border I picked for her nursery. I busted my ass to get it, since it was discontinued. It took us several tries to put it up, and a lot of cursing. It made me cry to read that book, knowing that we don't own that house anymore. We'll likely never again see the room we lovingly prepared for our first child. The room where she learned to walk. The cat door she'd lose socks through. The patio where she learned to love playing naked in the water.
There are so many firsts in that house, Rex's, mine and Jamie's.
It's official. Our house has sold.
I didn't say anything sooner in the interest in keeping Rex's company motivated to move us back to Houston. It's still our first choice, I think, although now that we don't have a house there, Austin may be moving up.
Everything went pretty smoothly with the sale. They had an inspection, we only had to pay out about $140 bucks to have an A/C guy out and to replace some breakers in the fuse box. The real kicker was the closing, which was supposed to happen last Wednesday. I found out Wednesday morning, when I called the title company, that the buyers didn't have all their documents in to their lender. Then the lender had to send them to the title company, who had to do some things with them before they got sent out to us. I'm still not sure why no one (including our realtor!) bothered to fill us in on that little detail. We finally got the papers Friday evening, signed them in front of a signing service notary, at the added cost of $125, and sent them off Saturday. The buyers signed today, and the check for the balance is being overnighted.
I was thinking about it in the shower the other day, the amount of money we lost on the house. Between what we paid in the four and a half years we owned it, what we lost outright in the sale (mostly to goddamn commissions), and what we put into the house in improvements, we could have bought a car. A car nicer than the one Rex bought when we moved up here. A GODDAMN CAR, PEOPLE!
I'm not bitter.
Fuck that, I'm really bitter. But I'm going to recover.
And the worst part is that we're still trying to move back there. If we do move back, I'm really going to be pissed about selling the house and having to buy one basically up the street from the one we just sold. More on that at another date.
Posted by me at December 5, 2005 9:25 PM