End of an era
We finally got an offer on the old house and we're taking it. Basically they want us to eat the closing costs, but Mike is just ready for it to be over with, so we are accepting the offer and it should close in a month. Onward and upward as they say. I said goodbye to the house before I went on my vacation, but I suppose I may have to go back one more time. It's a strange feeling. That was only the third residence of my life, having lived with my parents and an apartment in Flagstaff when I went to NAU before that. Mike had never lived anywhere else until we moved into the house we're in now. My mom died in that house. There are a lot of memories - good and bad. I remember when my dad sold the house I grew up in after my mom died and he remarried and I had to really make peace and say goodbye. That was a lot harder. I was not ready to let my mom go. This is much easier as we were very ready to be out of there and away from annoying neighbors, noise, etc. I feel comfortable, at home, like I belong in this new house, like it is mine, so it is not as hard to let go. When I had to say goodbye to my parents old house, it was like saying goodbye to my mom all over again and that was hard. This time I don't think it is so hard. I never even go down to that neighborhood anymore. It was time to leave and that makes it easier. Not to mention annoying stupid neighbors. Let the new neighbors fight it out with them. Shoot, they can have a joint party in the driveway if they want. I'm done with it and in a nice, quiet new place. Life is good.
