Reality
So, after all the excitement and six days of, “We’re closing tomorrow . . . no, no, we’re not . . . we’ll close the next day,” we finally got to sign papers.
And can I just say, it was pretty anti-climactic. At the end, it was like, “Go have fun painting!” It seemed like we should have gotten a small model of the house or some skywriting. At the very least a t-shirt that says “I’m a HOMEOWNER!” All we got was a handshake. And a house payment.
Everyone keeps telling us . . . welcome to the real world.
(I’m excited nonetheless.)
March 10th, 2004 at
I thought it was “Welcome to Home Depot, would you like to take out a line of credit with us?”
March 10th, 2004 at
Yeah, that too. We’ll be on a first-name basis with the people at Lowe’s.
March 10th, 2004 at
[singing]
told you so, told you so
[/singing]
March 10th, 2004 at
I hear ya.. At least when we bought our place, our realtor gave a gift certificate to a nice french restaurant that Allison and I frequent. A Home Depot or Lowe’s one would have been more apropos.. (tinted primer.. always.. tinted primer)
March 10th, 2004 at
I sat in on the closing of my house in Tallahassee. It was weird, stressful and terribly anti-climactic. But when it was over and I was able to drive home… I was thrilled.
March 11th, 2004 at
Thanks for the tip, Gary!
(Brian, shut the heck up! But, uh, don’t do it until after you’ve finished helping us paint.)
March 11th, 2004 at
oh it’s all about you isn’t it?
March 11th, 2004 at
Are you just now figuring that out?