rustypants speaks

the question of the day(s) is:

how did the home inspection go on sunday and what have you heard from the buyer?

and the answer:

nothing yet. we’re on pins and needles.

i’m breaking out the wild turkey tonight so i can finally get some sleep. stuff tastes awful but it’s cheaper than nyquil.

conversation with the realtor the day we accepted the contract:

rakesh: so here’s how the numbers break down… $_,___ for my commission, $___ for the home warranty, $_,___ for the closing costs, $___ for title, etc…

scott: so rakesh, are you feeling a little guilty about taking so much money for selling the house when you sold it so quickly? i mean, i won’t begrudge you if you want to knock the commission in half…

rakesh: actually, don’t you think the commission ought to be even more than what it is? i mean, you hired me to sell your house as quickly as possible. i would say that 8 hours is about as quick as you’re going to get it.

scott: uh… er… say, where am i supposed to sign and initial?

not gone yet, but what a couple days this has been!

the previous post talks about my whirlwind day on tuesday with the realtor and getting a contract on the house. what has ensued since then has been an edge-of-your-seat thriller involving the ability of the buyer to secure financing that satisfies her needs as well as the needs of the bank.

when i didn’t hear anything by the end of wednesday, i wasn’t worried but i was wondering if maybe our celebration was premature. by the end of the business day today, i was a bit worried.

then tonight, rakesh (our realtor) called and said the magic words: she got financing and the house inspection is this sunday morning at 9am!

my first reaction was not a pleasant one and i’m a bit surprised at myself.

our move to florida has been the best thing that could have happened to lise and i. as i’ve mentioned before, i believe that it literally and figuratively saved our lives. we’ve sacrificed a lot in the process, but in the end we’re happier than we’ve been in years and feel alive again. we’ve made decisions and changes regarding how we live and what we need / don’t need to get by – it’s only been a good thing! we miss our families and friends terribly but we’re in a better place to appreciate and love them where we are than where we were.

so my first reaction tonight was one of melancholy, fear, and sadness. i want to be happy about selling the house but wow – we’ve spent the last 16 months working towards selling it, and with so much frustration, loss, and disappointment – the reality of selling our house has finally hit.

we thought we were going to die in this house when we bought it. we thought we were going to host parties and dinners and get togethers here until we were little old folks. we loved coming home to all this space and room. we didn’t have to worry about whether the tv was too loud or the music too loud or whether we had clothes on (not that this one has ever stopped me…) we got to have our own rooms / offices to have our own space we had a huge basement and got couches and the tv and were going to have youth group over here every weekend and kids and we put our pictures up and had cookouts and played cards and friends came from out of town and stayed with us and there are things i’ll never forget about this place.

and i’m sad. sad for things lost. sad that things didn’t work out the way we had envisioned them. sad that the freedom and independence we felt with the house didn’t continue. i’m melancholy because of an ideal that we had built in our heads about what Having A House meant. I’m scared because of losing our last physical tie to cincinnati, having an “out” if we decided that moving to pensacola was a mistake, not being able to just cruise into town whenever we are able.

and then after i had a good little pity party and shed some tears over these things, i’m happy and relieved.

i’m happy because this is the end of the process we started so long ago. because we’ll no longer be losing huge sums of money to a place that sits empty. because this will allow us to build our savings back up and move on to this next phase of our lives begun last summer when we pulled up to the sandy shore and dug our toes in and let our hair down. relieved because i know that the house has been a stressful thing and causes me to cling and hold on to things that are no longer there. relieved because that ideal was not realistic in the long haul and in the face of an ever-changing thing we call life. i’m happy. i’m happy because lise and i can now focus completely on what we need to focus on: each other. i’m the luckiest guy on earth – my wife is the best!

sorry for the long post but it’s helped me process.

met with the new realtor today and this is how the day went:

11am: realtor comes. we walk through the house. we sit and talk. we sign papers. we decide on a listing price ($10,000 less than we paid for it 5 years ago and $20,000 less than our original listing last year). he tells me he’s pretty sure it’ll end up selling for 5,000 to 8,000 less than we’re listing it. not good, but we’re at the point of making mortgage payments on a credit card. we’ve GOT to get rid of this house. everything must go. prices have been slashed!

noon: realtor tells me to work in the yard a bit and look at getting bids for having a shower installed in the first floor bathroom, plus a few other things. he tells me to try and get all this done by late next week.

5pm: after working in the yard most of the afternoon, i come in the house and my cell phone has three missed calls and two messages from the realtor’s office. they have someone who wants to see the house tonight at 6pm.

5:02pm: scott is hyperventilating from how messy the house / yard is and that this dude, this realtor, whom we picked specifically because his name and face are everywhere on the west side, and because my dad used to work with him and pegged him as a go-getter and aggressive, has gotten someone already to look at the house.

6pm: house is as clean as it’s gonna get. scott scoots out the door and goes to his mom’s.

9:15pm: realtor calls. scott jokingly says, “hey, tell me you’ve got a contract for me!” realtor says, “i’ve got a contract for you!” scott says, “dude, the ink’s not dry on the paperwork from this morning. you messin’ with me?” realtor says, “nope. i’ll be by at 10am to get your signature.”

april fools?

apparently not.

more on feelings / details later.