A notary just drove out to my house with a stack of documents from the lending company, and I signed them all, and now those documents get shipped back to Seattle for the buyers to sign, and if that all goes smoothly a bunch of money gets wired into the estate account, which I then have to divvy up to ten heirs. Wheee!
Unfortunately, mainly what I feel right now is memories of all the Christmases we had with Mom & Dad in that house. Never more.
May the new owners have many happy Christmases there in the future.
I feel ya, PZ!
We’ve gone through selling my mother’s home in Illinois and my husband’s mother’s home in Florida.
Five years ago, we sold the home in Texas that we had owned for 26 years. It was a great move for us, since we moved to the west coast just before COVID hit and downsized to a snug little bungalow overlooking the bay.
Even though they are all adults, our kids were all upset about us selling “their” house. They seem to have expected Mom and Dad to always be there in that huge old house whenever they might choose to go there.
We’re so very glad that we got out of Abbott’s little fiefdom just in time!
I hope this is a “real” buyer and not a front for some business that speculates in real estate, selling off property at a much higher price.
We sold our farm 1985 which had been in the family for at least a century. A good thing was, the new owner had the economic resources to refurbish a lot of the buildings. While the main building no longer looks like my childhood home, the other residential buildings have been saved from near ruin and I feel happy whenever I drive by.
The farm is adjacent to one of the biggest rapids in north Sweden so the grown children of the new owner and the grandchildren have quite a scenery. And they live a 15 minute drive from a town with the University where the CRISPR-CAS9 system was co-discovered. Not a bad location.
Someone I knew bought a house, which was built by a young couple for their family, and they sold it when the kids were flown and one of the parents had died. The seller assembled a book full of pictures of the house in construction, various renovations, parties, people, the time the water pipe in the kitchen burst, the time they had to take the door apart to get the piano in, etc. and included it with the house. The new owner, my friend, immediately went out and bought a blank photo book, to keep the tradition going forward. I’d have done similarly with my house except there are no pictures of it being built (photography was not invented yet) and the people who occupied it before I bought it are dead and in jail. So, eh.