Getting the key to my new house delivered to the one I currently inhabit was totally anticlimactic. It should have been the happiest day of my life since I moved to BFE a few years back, but months of preparations, repairs, phone calls, emails, text messages, and my signature in a million papers left me worn out.
Today, as I was getting ready to go to work but definitely looking forward to the weekend, I promised myself I’d write something small to celebrate the occasion. If there was ever a piece of my life that should not go unrecorded, is this one: Four years, three cars, two jobs and minus one husband later, I am exactly back to where I wanted to be.
Some people get a kick out of selling and buying a home, and don’t let the little things get in the way. I am not one of those people. Luckily, the second time around I was surrounded by the best team of real estate agents ever. They shielded me from all the painful aspects of the process, and never once left me hanging when I needed help (which was all the time, every day, from the minute I signed their contract). Lynn and her partners Janet and Shannon earned their keep through and through. Thank you!
A week and change from today I will hit downtown in about 8 minutes. Six to my kids’ school. And a few minutes walk will put me in front on Ruth’s door, my neighbor turned ex-neighbor turned neighbor again, who was always a friend.
- Txikifest and Real Sociedad game this weekend at New York’s Basque Center
- A Basque in Boise blog: Slowly shaping back up