Up until yesterday I’d been doing a pretty good job of not imagining what it would be like to own a house. I’d tempered my excitement with gloom and doom scenarios, planning for both closing and not closing. I can’t do that any more. The list of To-Dos after closing is long and I keep revising, adding. The possibility of not closing seems less real the closer I get to the closing date.
I’d planned all along to have movers come next weekend, but now that seems so far away. Now I plan to get them to come Thursday or Friday afternoon. I already know I’m taking the aerobed over Wednesday night. I think I would have to do too much Tuesday to stay there that night. But I have a sneaky suspicion that Tuesday night I’m going to stay there. Why would I stay anywhere else other than home?
The duplex is still hanging over my head of course, (interesting I said “of course”) and I’m still in gloom and doom mode there, still expecting to have to turn over my $8000 tax credit to the landlord. I want to buy furniture with it, decorate have a great Christmas. But I don’t expect I’ll be able to do that. Of course.
Yesterday I sold my stainless steel top table. I’d had it since I lived in New York, one of the few things I brought with me to Austin. I loved that table. I helped the other new home owner put it into the her van. It was the first purchase for her new house. She told me “You haven’t gotten to the fun part yet. The last week has been miserable, but it gets really fun after that.” I hope she loves the table.
When I saw the empty space I almost burst into tears. It’s real. I’m (probably) going to be a home owner in two days.
