On Thursday morning at 8:00 am a truck arrived at the house where I've lived for the past 11 years and my partner and I watched as all our worldly possessions were loaded aboard for an overnight stay. At 9:00 the following morning we would be closing on our new across-town condominium with studio and at noon the truck would arrive with our belongings. We cleaned the floors and surfaces, put out some flowers for the new owner, and shut the door on our beautiful house for the last time. We felt sad and nostalgic, but also felt good about the way we had left the property and excited about the new adventure ahead.
An hour later in our lawyer's office we were shocked to learn that there was a large amount of paperwork still outstanding on our purchase of the new condo. The seller's lawyer didn't know when the paperwork would be in hand, and our closing the following morning was not going to happen. The sellers were offering to allow us to move in anyway paying a rent of $50 a day. We were horrified. $50 a day was more than the mortgage on the house we had just sold. We spent a sleepless night going over our options again and again and finally decided not to move in under these circumstances. For now we're staying at the home of some friends, all our belongings are in storage, and we're just putting one foot in front of the other, making our way through this uncharted territory.
I've read about real estate deals that go sour and collapse at the last minute but I never imagined it would happen to me. At any rate, I asked the movers to put the box marked "hanga supplies" up at the front of the storage unit. At least I know exactly where they are.
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