So my dear wife Karen picked me up from work at the Liverpool Public Library two Fridays ago at 10:25 a.m. At 10:30 a.m., we were meeting our friend and realtor Mary at A Bitty Better for the final walk-through to make sure everything met our approval. We had not set foot inside its doors in a month-and-a-half.
Then we had to go to our credit union to have three cashier’s checks drawn up, out of two accounts. One went to a mortgage company, one went to an attorney, one went to … I don’t remember the official designee. The seller would get some from somewhere.
That took time.
Then we went to our attorney’s office downtown, were we met Mary again, and the realtor and attorney representing the seller. Signatures were applied. The final sticking point, a 50-50 financial split on closing the in ground pool for the season, was settled with a personal check from Karen. My attorney Tim explained title insurance one more time to us, and we decided it was worth for peace of mind over the long run. I wrote that check.
We got the keys from the seller’s realtor.
We drove to A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville before Karen dropped me back off the library.
We had to visit our house for the first time, right?
We loved it. A lot.
Even without a stick of furniture in it, this place felt like home.
Now we had to move out and move in.
More to come tomorrow.
How many checks have you had to hand over at once, and to whom? What’s your favorite first moment in a home, and where? Do you usually go for peace-of-mind insurance, or choose to save the money?