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CLOSING PLUS ONE

Today, a year ago, we closed on our old house and ended a long, wonderful phase of our life.

I had ended up going to the place every day until the final step and it was hard, for awhile, to give it all up. The worrying about things and all.

The buyer helped this along by being a bit helpless and taking me up on my offer to be a resource to him.

This is my nice guy syndrome. No one told me fuck about the place when I took it over except where the front door was.

But I had the benefit of the gardener and the pool guy and so on. They were a great help.

Not so for our buyer. He pissed them all off and fired all of them. They didn't care because he was always late paying their bills. In other words, a prick.

When I felt like I was still living there and worrying about how it was going, my friend Tom suggested that I go count the money we earned out of the deal. That helped a lot and the buyer eventually quit calling. Especially when I didn't answer for awhile. I had his name on my call list so I knew. I don't blow anyone else off like that.

I learned something.

Labels: condo, history, home, life