Yesterday Joe and I drove back to Maryland for a momentous occasion -- we finally signed the paperwork to sell our house!
This has been a very long time coming. We put it on the market in late May, got our first offer in August, and finally closed yesterday.
I am so relieved. We now longer have to pay two electric bills, two water bills, a homeowner's association fee, and oh yeah, a mortgage. I wish the new owner well and hope he enjoys the house as much as we did, and I also hope he's better at keeping it spiffy and updated and fixed.
This is not the first place we've sold and God knows we've moved a bunch of times. But this house -- this little townhouse with the Satin Tan siding -- was our home for 27 years. I know I've said that I'm not going to miss the place, but I can't help feeling a little nostalgic. We had some really fine times there. We also had some not-so-great times too. I guess we simply had a full life there, and now it's time for someone else to have those times.
We spent the night at my sister's house, which always means a good time! We got there in time to play with her grandkids; when they went home, we went out to dinner at a good Tex-Mex joint. Then we watched a Caps game! And they won! I drank more wine than I usually do, but without any bad effects. Okay, maybe I was moving a little slower than I usually do and I needed a little more coffee, but hey.
We drove home this morning. Home. The home we've lived in for a grand total of just about nine months, our lovely little apartment, just big enough for us and our stuff. It's well and truly our home now, and I am just fine with that.