Buying a house in another far-off state at the same time as selling your current one is a hell-ish process and I don’t recommend it. Unless you’re like me and you’re absolutely suffocating in your current location and need to live somewhere else for the sake of your mental health – then I highly recommend it. I thought that having a stroke, being in the hospital for a month, and having your entire life turned upside-down and inside-out was the closest that I would ever get to HELL-ON-EARTH. Ummm, yeah it was. This whole house buying/selling process has been like a vacation compared to that. This has been great. I’m sure my husband would agree.
So anyway, we’re done tomorrow. The house in Florida is ours now and we close on our Pittsburgh house tomorrow. Then we’re done with all this crap. When we drive back to Florida on Monday, we’ll just be driving home. To our house. There will be no uncertainty, anxiety, stopping at a hotel in West Virginia in order to print out and fax documents. No panicky phone calls and e-mails, we actually get to enjoy this road trip. Either the person that sold us the house or the selling realtor sucks. I’m not sure where to place blame, but one of them sucks bigtime.
The closing of our house required signing A LOT of paperwork. A LOT. Not being able to write is one of the most devastating things for me about being alive, so that was fun. We got a Power of Attorney drawn up so that Pat could legally sign everything on my behalf. When we went to apply for a mortgage is when I became aware that this would be necessary. There was a ton of paperwork to sign then too. And I had to sign everything myself. We didn’t have the POA yet and the guy had to witness me signing. So, I had no choice. He kept saying to me “it doesn’t matter what your signature looks like.” Thanks for trying to make me feel better dude but that’s not at all the problem. The problem and what makes me so upset is not the illegibility of my hand-writing. It’s the physical act of putting my right arm/hand in the writing position. That very act makes me cry. Placing my arm in that position sets off a series of events inside of me that ultimately ends up with me in tears. Good thing that medical records have pretty much all gone electronic. There are a ton of people who hate this and complain about it, but I sure as heck am thankful for it. I certainly wouldn’t be able to do this job if it involved any writing.