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You might be thinking to yourself, Marie Christine, where the heck have you been? OR you might be thinking… hey Marie Christine, I didn’t even notice you were gone so get over yourself. Either way, here’s the story of the long strange trip that was the last 7-ish weeks.
A very intuitive person told me that this entire process would be a flume ride… with anxiety inducing moments weekly, sometimes daily. He was right. Here is the story of my flume ride.
I put my house up for sale. Not-Tom-Brady and I are very different people. I handle moving by putting everything I haven’t touched in the last six months out on the sidewalk for anyone who wants it to take…. I’m surprised I moved with anything at all. I even sold our living room furniture on Craigslist before we even sold our house. When they showed up to pick it up I just started handing them random items like a serving tray and an ottoman… everything must go!!!!
This is where most of my stuff went… gone within hours.
Not-Tom-Brady, on the other hand, sifted through what seemed like hundreds of boxes of odds and ends, cherishing the memory attached to each one. The process took a long time. Being the anti-clutter queen of the universe, the process almost drove me over the edge. But for Not-Tom-Brady, I stayed strong. Number of my “boxes of memories” = 1. Number of Not-Tom-Brady’s boxes of memories = I have no idea.. a LOT y’all… a lot.
We also handle stress in very different ways. Not-Tom-Brady is an optimist with an everything-will-work-out-like-it’s-supposed-to attitude. Not fair. With the knowledge that a flume ride could be imminent, I turned to my 2 saving graces in times of high-stress… productivity and booze. Yes, these two options can happily co-exist.
Jager Nips I packed for my business trip to San Diego. This is about 20% of what I packed. Airlines allow these in carry on AND checked bags, especially if you have TSA pre-check. For those of you that were unaware of this, you’re welcome.
Stay busy, stay productive, then drink…. and repeat. My realtor, and friend, is Dave. During these 7-ish weeks Dave has been reassuring and always available. I, on the other hand, have been overwhelmed, busy and moderately drunk.
Me overwhelmed, busy and moderately drunk when Dave would stop by…
I have two jobs, so staying busy usually isn’t a problem. Between the two I work anywhere from 40-70 hours a week. BUT during this time I pretty much needed to be busy 24/7 to avoid having a complete nervous breakdown. I was living in a difficult-to-sell home. We had 13 showings and NO offers. During the 14th showing we got bored and decided to go to an open house for a small ranch that didn’t appear to be a good fit for us. We opened the door and saw a sprawling open floor plan with a SUNKEN LIVING ROOM. I LOVE SUNKEN LIVING ROOMS! Then there was a finished basement. A partially fenced yard. Privacy. A two car garage and landscaping like I’ve never seen. We all knew… THIS IS OUR HOME.
As it would turn out, the 14th showing was the charm and an offer was made on our house the same day as we made an offer on the new home. Let the joy (I mean flume ride) begin!
First, our buyers were first time home buyers. No problem! Except that their realtor was also a first time realtor. Awesome! She can’t fill out basic forms and asks ridiculous questions like.. Can the buyers come in and clean the week before they buy the house? Um no, it’s not their house so… no.
We decided on closing dates. My purchase the day before my sale.. easy peasy! NOPE.
I did a home inspection on the new house, the seller refused to make any of the updates I requested, basically stating that they didn’t need to be done. One was replacing a cable leading into the circuit breaker box (I’m using the wrong lingo I’m sure)… I won’t spoil the surprise on how this turned out, we will get there. Fine asshole.. have it your way… don’t make the repairs.
Then, I realize that we are only a week away from closing and the seller still hasn’t signed the P&S agreement. It turns out he was on vacation and didn’t think it was a big deal. Guess who DID think it was a big deal? My mortgage company. He ended up going into the lawyer’s office on a Saturday and we got it signed within about 4 hours of the timeframe necessary to close on our closing date. Awesome!
As I’m reading the P&S, when it’s eventually sent to me, I notice that it’s missing an entire parcel of land attached to the property… yep… true story. At least we have 3 whole hours to fix it… lucky us!
Thanks to a very cool cast of characters on my end (Dave, Mortgage-Guy and Lawyer-Lady) they got shit done. Literally at the 11th hour. High five team-Dave.
Finally my title is clear and the P&S is good. Just call Fidelity to get the 401K loan right? NOPE, I need the money for the mortgage within 7 days and the best they can do is get it in 14 days in the form of a check, and it will take 7 days to clear. Perfect! I spent 7 hours on the phone with Fidelity. Eventually they agreed to wire me the money. I can’t even tell you how I did it. Let’s just say manipulation and negotiation skills are key in life, and I probably also owe the director there a kidney, but it was worth it. Jager.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, all is peachy keen with the buyer! Oh wait no that’s the story of another person that I’ve never met. Since the buyer is inexperienced, and their realtor is new, no one noticed that their mortgage broker went on vacation and forgot to process their paperwork. The bank appraisal on my sale home was never ordered, and the closing was in 4 days. But it’s all good right? Nope, it’s not all good. Even with a rush appraisal the house would not sell/close as planned. They order a rush appraisal.. I stay busy, and wait, and drink. Oh and I also attend Dead & Company’s show at Fenway Park with Not-Tom-Brady because I got him VIP Tickets for his birthday.
Yea that’s right. When you aren’t sure if you’re about to have a great year, or if you’re about to lose everything, you might as well go big right?
Dear John, I forgive you for what you did to Taylor Swift and/or Jennifer Love Hewitt. Thank you VIP heaven.
My appraisal on my purchase comes back $3,800 under the asking price. We all know that the bank home appraisers have some subjectivity here. Probably in the 10K range. Mine, nope… she decides to prove some sort of point during my flume ride. Let’s just say I don’t want her to have any sort of tragic event, but if she were to get the worst sunburn of her entire life this week I would be ok with that. So, I got to pay $3,800 to the buyer that I wasn’t expecting because some lady decided it was her day to shine in I-Have-Self-Declared-Power land. Perfect! Why not right? p.s. My sale is now completely up in the air at this point.
My sale house finally gets appraised and I’m told we will close in about 10 days. Ok scary. I’m going to own 2 homes for at least 10 days and don’t have the resources to support it past that… deep breaths. The house will sell. We will be ok… it’s all fine. Nothing to see here. Jager.
I finally close on my new home and move in. YES! Sunken LIVING ROOM! The movers are awesome. Life is good. Not-Tom-Brady and the kids are thrilled. There is still drama with the sale but hey at least we are in Shangri-La right? Waiiiit for it.. wait for it…. What is this water leaking into my finished basement?
I call a long list of plumbers in an unfamiliar town in a house I’ve lived in for just a few hours. One finally comes over. I can’t figure out where the water is coming from. I assume a broken pipe is my worst case scenario. Ya know what? A broken pipe is NOT a worst case scenario. It turns out that a sewage drain back up IS. And you guessed it… it was a sewage drain back up. There is a stand up shower in the finished basement, full of…. well full of shit… Literally. I call a restoration company and a drain specialist. The next thing I know I’m writing thousands of dollars in checks to get the drain unplugged at the street level and to have my finished basement sanitized. Yay! Jager.
Two days later the sewage is removed from the house. They tell me it was a single paper towel flushed down the toilet that caused the problem. I have no idea if that’s even a thing but it’s all very calming (hint: It’s not).
The very same day I get a call from lawyer-lady. Great news! The closing on your sale is going through. OMG that’s great news wow! So they pushed it ahead to the day after tomorrow instead of next week isn’t that great? They will be coming tomorrow night for the walk through. Insert visual of me picturing my old house with a basement full of junk that needs to be hauled away and 11 years of grime in every crevice of the 100 year old house… Remember… at this moment I have sewage in my new home and men wearing masks working. I thought I had at least 7 more days. No rest for the wicked. Jager.
The next day Dave swoops in with the number of a cleaning lady that turns out to be some sort of magic sorceress. I’m so exhausted from the past 7 weeks plus the sewage back up that my 45 year old body can barely manage. The magical cleaning wizard asks if I want her to start in the downstairs. I nod.. sure. 15 minutes later I walk downstairs and she has transformed the house of horrors into a beautiful home full of rainbows and glitter happiness. Meanwhile, Unicus, the Junk Master General, shows up and hauls away every bit of junk from the entire house. He makes all of the bad disappear. #Unicus The buyers are on their way for the walk through. We finish with 23 minutes to spare. They could probably see us driving away.
Now that things are “calm” I call an electrician. Remember that silly cable that the prior homeowner insisted didn’t need to be replaced? It wasn’t just susceptible to leaking into the circuit box, it has been leaking for a while. So this Saturday I get to pay to have the entire thing replaced. Isn’t that exciting? Who doesn’t love an unexpected 2K expense for something you thought you already had (working electricity)? Side note: I knew this in advance but I also need to replace the furnace.. yea! Do people still offer money for blood plasma donations?
Did anything go right? Well, we love the house. The fence guy showed up on time today to install a fence so that my dogs can run free, unsupervised, for the first time in their entire lives. My teenager has her own hang-out area for her and her friends in the finished basement. I have a garage. I don’t have a sidewalk to maintain. I can hear birds outside. People here smile and say hello. My kids can walk to DQ from the new house. Did I mention the sunken living room? I have a front porch and neighbors who wave to me. I have a kitchen with enough counter space to prepare food on without using the stovetop. My backyard has plants and flowers I’ve never even seen before. There is a breeze in my back yard 24/7. The people who bought my old house are over the moon happy to be there. I have EIGHT parking spaces, 2 in a garage. At my old house I didn’t even have enough room to invite more than one person over at a time… and even with one person one of us would have to move our cars to a side street. My family is HAPPY. The redneck police did not show up, they are letting me have this one. Stay tuned.
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Gigi dancing in the sunken living room the day we moved in.
How to handle a flume ride.