What Goes Up...

It's so funny how a great feeling and good mood can be followed by a sense of feeling flat line or even a little sad. Really funny. Ha. Ha ha. Ha. Ugh.  We were so excited and happy finalize the sale of the house. Yep Closing day came. And went. But not without drama.

Before every good closing a final walk through takes place. Mind you, I haven't seen the place since November 5th. Since I left, the heating went out.....during the home inspection. Yeah, it sucked and was pretty scary, but it was only the pressure switch and it was an easy fix. No worries. Until...the final walk through. When they showed up, the house was forty degrees. FORTY.  The heat wouldn't come on. Would not budge. That's a phone call I wasn't expecting.  I called the heating people and she pulled a guy from a job to rush over to the house and address the issue (CHA-ching!).  Turns out, the intake valve was covered in snow. The furnace kicks off and won't turn back on because of a safety feature preventing it from exhausting into the house. Good furnace. Here's a treat. Good boy.  The heating guy shoveled some snow, cleared it away from the valve and the heat came on. Good furnace. Here's another treat.  Then the heating and cooling people charged us $95. BAD FURNACE!!! NO. NO!

So there was nothing to keep us from closing. We were home free (pun intended) and anxiously awaiting the call from our agent that everything went off without a hitch. Except......there was a hitch.  Our home buyer showed up 40 minutes late to his own closing and didn't call for the wire transfer of his part of the funds in time for the closing company to get it. Yep. Awesome.  While they were able to do all the paperwork, they were unable to transfer the deed until the next morning when the wire cleared.  It was still our place for another 16 hours. Oh well. What's another night? We didn't have to celebrate on Thursday. We could wait another night. Right? Right? Read on...

Our agent asked if we were "opposed" to giving him the keys to the house at closing since it was technically still ours. Of course we weren't.  This guy has been cool about everything with the furnace and we're just so happy he bought it, it wasn't really a big deal that he take the keys.  Except for when he went over to the house it was forty degrees again. BAD FURNACE. BAAAD.  When our agent called us at like 8 that night to inform us, I thought for sure she must be joking. So here we were so close to getting rid of that place and yet I found myself calling the heating people and pressing "1" for "if you have a heating emergency."  I spoke with the woman, the owner's wife. She was very sweet and really wanted to help us. She said she would send her husband over there to check it out immediately and offered to pray with me over the phone. It was a sweet gesture, but I declined. I just wasn't in the mood. Forgive me that. It was a loooong day. Turns out, it was just the pressure switch acting up again. He was able to "give it a jiggle" (whatever the crap that means) and the furnace kicked on. Good furnace. Awesome furnace. Please just work for 12 more hours furnace and then I don't care what you do.......furnace.

By Friday morning, when our agent called, told me the funds had cleared and we were officially D-O-N-E I didn't even feel giddy. Honestly, I felt a little cheated. We didn't get the feeling of relief that we wanted. We had to work for it up until that very last second. The cause was the same, but the effect wasn't at all what it was supposed to be. Maybe over time I'll stop being bitter, but probably not. I'm cynical. I'm resentful. I'm Aub. Have we met?

And with that, this one's for you 138 Brighton Lane. Hopefully you're as big of a pain in the rear to the next guy as you were to us.

Love and hugs to all.....until we see each other again.

Aub

 

138 Brighton Lane. The early days.