05/31/2008
Well, I am off line for a few more days but I decided I would write a blog while some of this stuff is still fresh on my mind. I guess today the category I’m going to select is bitching. Ha, Ha. Anyway, we moved just about everything into the apartment. Believe me this was not an easy move. First and foremost, I went from a single family house {by myself} to a small apartment. However, the apartment does give me access to the hot and stuffy attic. But it is nothing like what I had at the house. I had a full basement and an almost finished off attic. The attic could have been used as a room it was so nice. But anyway, this meant I had to do a lot of downsizing. I tell you this is very hard to do. You don’t realize how much you use things until you decided what you want to keep and what you want to get rid of. And believe me I got rid of a lot of stuff. Back in March I had a bunch of men from church come and empty out my entire basement. I had them throw away everything and I mean everything. The only thing I kept from the basement was my power tools. And the men did a wonderful job. The cellar was cleaner than when I moved in. It was totally empty. It looked really good. Other than that just for example I have gotten rid of a huge television, {I don’t watch TV anyway & I still have another one} I got rid of a huge air conditioner that was almost brand new at 12,000 BTU’s. I got rid of a cappuccino maker, a juicer, I mean you name it there’s something I got rid of. I gave away all my yard tools lawnmower and leaf blower/bagger to name a few things out there. So I really downsized. Now that I am in the apartment, I find I still have too much stuff. I brought a lot of stuff into the attic but I still have plenty more of stuff that I’m just going to have to part with. So, that’s the downsizing complaining.
Then there’s the move. We had to move a weekend early because the closing date on the house was Friday May 30th. And once you close on a house you have to be out so the only time I could get a crew to move me was the Saturday before. I was having the windows and eves painted by some college kids so I had to stay back at the house while the men brought the stuff here to the apartment. Whenever I took a ride over here and saw what I saw I almost freaked out. It was a total mess. It was definitely overwhelming and I had no idea where I was going to start. Once again Joe got me headed in the right direction. I would be lost without that man. He came over and we brought all known stuff up into the attic. Then from there he rearranged the boxes in the order to which I should unpack them. Don’t forget now I had to stay at the house an extra week, I had an extra six days to live between two houses so there was stuff that had to wait until the last minute. Like the dining room table, two chairs, my computer, the makeshift bed I was sleeping on and a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff. This meant that it was up to me and Joe to move. I am so out of shape with the emphysema and the bad back, yes it’s really a bad back I have two Titanium rods in my back. I am dieing right now. I have been dieing all week. I’m going to have to ask my doctor for cortisone shot because nothing else is helping.
Anyway, the story goes on and on and I am sure I lived through a move just like every other person who has moved. But as an adult this was my very first “real” move. When I was younger and moved to New Hampshire, I just took my clothes with me. I lived with my Aunt & Uncle I didn’t need or have anything else. When I bought the house and moved in, first I took a month or two to prepare the house so I was able to take my time moving. Plus I was 14 years younger. Plus I had nothing. Everything that we moved this time was a whole houseful of stuff that I have acquired over the past 14 years. Like a dining room set, a set of dishes, pots & pans, you name it. I didn’t have anything when I first moved into the house except a bed and my clothes; I think a TV and maybe a few small appliances. That’s it, so that really doesn’t count much as a move. So I am counting this is my first major move. And believe me being a SWM makes it very hard. I had to pack everything by myself, I had no help packing I had my nephew come over to do the attic but he really didn’t empty out the attic. He left a lot of stuff that still had to be moved. He moved two car loads of stuff and that’s it. I’m very grateful, but that’s all the help I had – about two hours worth. All the rest was up to me. And it’s the same with the unpacking. I have nobody to help me unpack. I have to do it all myself. And when you think about it, who can help anyway? They don’t know what I have or where I want to put it. It would be more of a hassle than anything else because they’d constantly be asking me “where do you want this?” etc…
But now for the worst part. Instead of getting into all the details, the closing did not happen yet. It never took place on Friday like it was supposed to. I took my temper out on the paralegal at the Lawyers office. I was not very happy with the realtor. And I let these people know how I felt. I kind of feel bad today I shouldn’t have lost my temper but this leaves me in a very precarious position. I have two houses to watch over, I have to run from one house to the other to make sure stuff is “ok” plus I have to unpack and do some errands. It’s all a nightmare. What flipped my lid, what broke the camels back was when the paralegal asked me for my mortgage account number. Now how am I supposed to know that? And just where am I supposed to get that information? Everything is packed it could be anywhere. She then asked me if I could call the company. I told her no I cannot. If I don’t have the account number what makes her think I have the telephone number. I told her she has all my information, she asked me all kinds of bazaar questions plus for my social security number. I told her you know just as much about me as I do and you have the telephone number you call and find out what the balance is because I’m not doing it. That is your job not mine. And this should have been done weeks ago not on the day of the closing! Oh, I tell you I had had enough and I let her have it. At the end she said, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what else to say except have a nice day.” And she hung up. I kind of feel bad this morning for going off on her that sure wasn’t very Christian of me. But I only have so much patience and patience is not one of my spiritual gifts.
So now the realtor calls me and asks me to drive to a different city to meet up with her to sign a piece of paper for an extension. She told me the closing will be on Monday. I told her no it won’t be. She then said, Ok, well then it will be on Tuesday. I said no it won’t. She then asked me if I was going out of town. I told her no, but I have plans those three days. Monday I have to go to the hospital, Tuesday I have to go to the hospital and then wait for the telephone company to come in and install my new telephones. And Wednesday I have to work plus the cable for the modem is coming between 1-3 so my only available days next week are Thursday or Friday. She said ok fine, then the closing will be on Thursday. Now I could have made it for Wednesday and not gone to work but I am so pissy that I said no, they can wait for me this time. I did everything I was supposed to do I got it all done on time. I met all the requirements. I passed all the inspections. I gave the buyer everything she asked for; I did not haggle for one thing. Whatever she asked for she got without the batting of an eye. So, I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to make them wait a few extra days and work around my schedule now. The closing was supposed to take place on Friday I had plans for the closing on Friday they screwed up now they can wait for me. Once again, the story goes much deeper than this but this is a good enough briefing on what transpired.
The blessing in all this is that I moved into my parent’s apartment. So, this has made things much easier. If it was a regular landlord they would not have been so understanding. I’ve been able to finagle things around and my parents are being very gracious about things.
So the night before last, I laid on my brand new bed for a few minutes at about 6:30 pm and didn’t wake up until 10 pm. I then got up took my medication and went to bed and slept until 4 am. Oh I swear what a nice bed this is. But I haven’t slept on a bed in months. I’ve been sleeping on the floor at the house waiting for the sale to happen. I couldn’t see buying a new bed only to move it. I figured I’d wait and let the store move the bed just once into the apartment. But last night I stayed up until 2 am working on organizing things. And then I decided to put the computer back together. It is what I missed the most. Of course it’s not the same without being online. But like this blog, there’s lots of stuff I can do offline until Wednesday and it’s just nice to see the computer set up.
So there you have part III of my selling home blogs, I don’t know if there will be any more. There might be one more once I have everything where it’s going and all set up and working, but that would be a short blog any way. I find these blogs are just like the way I talk, I just don’t know when to shut up and before I know it I’ve written pages and pages of stuff. LOL. Sorry ‘bout that folks it’s just the way I am. I have the gift of gab. Ha, Ha.
So, for now…
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