It’s been a quick week, that’s for sure. We are now officially in attorney review, with an August 21 closing date and yet, I cannot bring myself to call a mover or even think about packing a box until after the home inspection, which is Wednesday.
I realize that waiting is just plain stupid, and the one moving guy, that everyone recommends, if not already booked, will soon be booked on that day. Especially, since there seems to be a million homes under contract in the neighborhood I am buying into, all in my price range, all of which we missed, with, I’m sure, normal three month settlements dates. Dates that will coincide exactly with the time when we will need to move.
On second thought, I think I’ll call him, tomorrow.
Yes, this time around, I’m going to get all my ducks in a row and simply hope for the best. It’s easy to rationalize that everything will go smoothly since the buyers are relocation people, blah, blah, blah…..but, so were my last buyers. The new buyers and the old buyers even work for the same company. I sure hope they don’t meet before settlement.
But more than meeting each other, I really hope they don’t meet my one neighbor that the old buyers did. The neighbor, whom, when I first met, five years ago, told me the nice thing about our neighborhood was that everyone minded their own business. Did I ever tell you that I think they might be mafia?
Anyhow, she wasn’t kidding.
Whatever, I can take a hint and I really don’t need anyone in my face all the time, either, so it hasn’t bothered me too much. However, for the last buyer, who was walking door to door, with her children, introducing herself while the home inspection was going on, well, I don’t think she would have taken it as well. I’m not sure about the exact details of their interaction, but I can tell you that the keep to yourself neighbor, who spent five years ignoring me, but now, since the house has been on the market, makes it a point to talk to me almost every time she sees me, likes to mention how weird that lady was, and “don’t take this the wrong way” but I’m glad they didn’t move in. Then, always adds (and I’m not really paraphrasing here), she would have been nothing but a pain in the ass.
Now, I’m not blaming the Italian lady in black for my last contract falling apart, but let’s just say I’m hoping everyone is out for the day come Wednesday.