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:: Friday, June 23, 2006 ::
I am officially a home-owner!

:: Cathy 1:35 PM [+] :: 3 comments

The day is here. Closing Time.

The Cheques are off. The Documents are signed. The faxes are sent.

It's incredible how this all came together. I was a little apprehensive, but this morning, it just all happened. Bang bang bang done.

Now all I'm waiting for are the keys.

Holy crap.

And then I will unlock the door and step into my house.

And tear up the floors. But that's another story.

:: Cathy 10:45 AM [+] :: 0 comments

:: Thursday, June 22, 2006 ::
Big Day - lawyer day.

Unfortunately, when I asked the lawyer two days ago what I had to bring to this meeting, he said "nothing."

This morning I find out that I have to being The Cheques.

That has resulted in a LOT of last-minute running around to make sure that the money that was to be in my account by tomorrow morning is in my account by 2:30pm today.

All the stars have finally aligned except one.

Is this normal? Closing day is tomorrow. Why do I have to give the lawyer The Cheque tonight? And why didn't he tell me this earlier?

I'm sure he figured that I had all of this organized ages ago, because I'm such an organized person. I wish. This has been by far the messiest financial transaction that I've ever embarked on.

:: Cathy 11:13 AM [+] :: 1 comments

:: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 ::
2 more sleeps until I am a home owner!

And could things be going less smoothly? NO!

I don't know what happened. I forgot one thing: how long it takes for investments to become liquid and transfer into my regular bank account.

It all came upon me so fast.

I've spent the last couple of days working on financials and lawyers and all sorts of house crap. Tonight I desperately called out to a few friends, just to have someone to talk me down. And they did.

Don't worry, if I didn't call you, it's not that I don't like you. I just didn't make it that far in my contact list. If your name is high up in the alphabet, its likely I called you.

And you know what? I love my friends. They are good people. They are smart and they know me and they know what I need to hear.

Seriously, even those of you who didn't talk me down tonight - I thought about all of you as I was walking home. I thought about how much better I feel knowing that all of you are out there. That I have people that I can call when my partner is also a little overwhelmed and not up to the task of soothing my panic-stricken state.

It happens every time I move, I suppose. The panic, I mean. Only this time, it's MY HOUSE, for goddessakes. And a crap-load of money. Amd the prospect of owning with another human being. Trusting them with my life. The stakes are higher. The payoff higher, sure, but the consequences too.

It's a big step, all of this.
It's turning my stomach inside out more than any roller coaster ever could.

But I took a big step: I started packing. I took home boxes and filled them with books from my shelves. I sorted - I took the ones I don't want to the used bookstore and sold some. The rest I will drop off at the library tomorrow so that thousands of people will share these words and love the library like I do.

Now, if you know me, you know I hate packing. I hate the mess, the disorder. I have problems just throwing stuff in a box. But I promised myself that I'd start earlier this time, and I am.

Baby steps.
I'm going to make it.

:: Cathy 8:32 PM [+] :: 1 comments

:: Sunday, June 18, 2006 ::
Feeling kinda crappy?

Walk to your local park as the sun heads down the sky, as the heat is stripped from the air. Hear the children on the creaking swings, shrieking on the teeter totter. Watch the boys throwing the ball around, snatching it effortlessly with their fingertips, loping up and down the field. The dogs chase each other, delirious in the freedom of no leashes, splashing through the fountains, racing after a hastily thrown ball.

Trust me. Instant smile.

:: Cathy 6:54 PM [+] :: 1 comments

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