There were a few bumps in the road, including the homeowners saying at the last second they weren't ready for us to do the walk-through and we then had to wait for them to get out and only had five minutes to run through the house before leaving to get to the closing on time. There was also the series of unfortunate events that began with me messing up my eyeliner and ending with lotion, concealer, and mascara stains on my shirt and tears in my eyes.
I guess what disappointed me the most was that I had a short list of what I REALLY wanted to have happen today, and none of those things actually happened. I didn't think I was really asking all that much. What I wanted to do was:
1. Take pictures at the house during the final walk-through. Seriously, my mind has been going overtime trying to figure out exactly what needs to be done and what could actually be done in all the different best-case and worst-case scenarios based on when those people move and when this baby comes. Plus, I have a million questions a day about the proportions of things or the finish of woods, etc., etc. I just wanted some pictures. Alas, we had 35 seconds to go through and make sure there had been no major changes since we were last there.
2. Get a picture of me and Jeremy in front of the house and the SOLD sign. Not only was there NO sold sign, it still had a FOR SALE sign up. That was not how I imagined things. ALSO, I was so frazzled about getting to the mortgage office on time (it's not their fault the homeowners messed up our schedule), that I forgot until we were all in our cars and driving. Then I cried. (What?)
Then, at the office, they had a big "Congratulations Dimick Family!" sign up and balloons and all that jazz, so I got out my camera to get a picture of Jeremy and I in front of it, but both our mortgage broker and real estate agent were like, "Oh, we've got it!" and took pictures of us on their phones. But ... how will we get copies of those? I'm unsure.
I then took an AWFUL picture of us at Jeremy's favorite Coney Island where we popped in for some celebration food. So this picture represents us becoming homeowners.
Excellent. I think my neck is larger than Jeremy's WAIST in this picture.
But, BUT, I guess I CAN say this:
1. I couldn't stop yawning while I signed the 58,000 documents during the closing, and I kept thinking, Well that's good. I could be all hopped up on adrenaline because something went awry. Boring and predictable is SO GOOD right now.
2. Josephine had fun with her grandma while we were out signing papers.
3. We did it! We own that mother-effing house. We own the SHIT out of it.