In the past, we have always looked back on a home with nostalgia during the process of selling a house. Over a 20-year period, I’d even drive by my first house to look at the trees I’d planted as Arbor Day twigs and enjoy the sight of them as mature trees. Maybe that will come with the house in Columbia, but at this point we prefer to just forget about it!
As I blogged about at the start of the month, a supply line mysteriously sheared off the weekend before our original closing date and the first floor was flooded. The insurance paid everything for the $11,000 of repairs except the deductible, but we are still out $1,000. There were also a couple of other minor things that the seller wanted fixed (caulk over the garage door, etc.) and we ended up with a fantastic contractor. (Bomb Island Builders.) The owner even worked over Memorial Day weekend to ensure that everything was complete by closing.
Then the buyers showed up after lunch on the day of closing and wanted to nitpick things. At closing, the attorney decided to hold the checks for the repairs until the buyers are satisfied. They went to the house yesterday (the day after closing) and started requesting that the contractor fix things that were never on the list from the home inspection. We are now worried that the contractor will not be able to get his check in a timely manner.
Now, the buyers have wanted to test the sprinkler system for over a month, but it didn’t get checked until Tuesday morning. So, as I’m driving to Columbia, my phone keeps dinging. The sprinklers won’t turn on (you have to wait a minute or two for the lines to fill when the sprinklers have been idle for six months), sprinkler heads are broken (uhh — how did that happen? It turned out to be two of the misters in the side garden, which the contractor fixed in about 5 minutes), we need a letter from the contractor that states that the window about the garage is not cracked, the contractor needs to paid in full before closing….. on and on and on. The entire 300 mile drive was filled with stress about things that had been left to the morning of closing.
Then closing: the buyers didn’t do the final walk through until well after lunch. They showed up to the closing appointment 20 minutes late. They made a couple of comments about the house before they realized that I was the seller, and I set them straight on a couple of things. (It takes a long time before I’ll snap, but they were claiming that the kick plates were missing from the bathroom cabinets. That was never on a list of things to address, and the cabinets have kick plates built in.)
Then they met with the attorney first and carefully read every single piece of paper. I didn’t get to go in to sign my paperwork until an hour after closing, and the attorney’s next clients were already waiting.
Deep breath: I feel my blood pressure rising. I need to go sniff my calming lavender blossoms. I need to go listen to the hum of bees.
It’s done. The house is now theirs. I’m back at the farm, and counting my blessings. We are never going to sell this place. Tomorrow I’ll post a happy post about blackberry-blossom honey, but I think I’ll turn this last burst of stress on the bugs trying to make a home in the cucumbers plants!