August 10th. That’s the settlement date for our new house, assuming they accept the offer we made last night and everything goes smoothly.
After work yesterday, Berta and I went over to Keller Williams to meet with Judy, our buyer’s agent, and fill out all the paperwork to make an offer on the house at Quail Way. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Really, there was a lot of paperwork involved when we bought the house we’re living in, but it wasn’t as bad as everyone had made it out to be.
We went through the house disclosure, which seemed just fine. Judy explained the whole contract to us, and it all seemed reasonable. We’re only offering $4000 less than what they’re asking, so I don’t expect any resistance to the offer.
I was telling Berta about a relevant part of the Fluke novel that I just finished reading. In it, the main character is experiences something that should really have left him dead, but he ends up not dieing. Instead, he finds himself in such an unfathomable situation that he finds his mind unable to cope with what his senses are telling him. One of the people near him tries to console him, telling him that he really will feel better if he just imagines that he is dead, and that this is some kind of peculiar afterlife, because that way he doesn’t need to reconcile what he’s seeing with still being alive.
And so I told Berta, upon looking at the hideously large and nearly incomprehensible dollar amounts on our proposal, that perhaps it would just be better to imagine that we are dead, and then the nausea that is bound to hit us eventually (and still hasn’t) might be held at bay.
But really, we’re very excited about the offer and the house. Assuming they’re amenable to the proposal, we should hear from them today, since the offer expires tonight at midnight. So I should have more information within the next day.
Seriously- Moving into our very own house in 44 days. 44 days. Wow.
