Well, after one year of house-hunting and then enduring the five-day MOVE FROM FROM HELL we’ve finally done it. We found our new home in Georgia. And the search was painstaking…no, it was grueling. Wait, that’s putting it mildly. It was a horrible experience even though our Realtor was fantastic (I felt sorry for her at times, having to deal with me).
But we just couldn’t seem to find the perfect place. Sure, we could’ve broken the piggy bank and bought the darling little abode next to Sandra Bullock’s place, but the $2 million price tag was a tad over budget. By the way, Ms. Bullock stopped in the local grocery store yesterday and was kind enough to sign a few autographs between squeezing the melons and picking out choice cuts of meat. So, at least I know our neighborhood is probably okay (as you can tell from the above photo).
But it’s over, finally. We closed on our house yesterday afternoon, which was another ordeal. First the closing was on, then it was off, then it was on again, and then it was, “I’m sorry, we’ll have to do it on Monday.”
Well…that’s about the time when my fuse reached the end of the line. Yep, I blew my top. After all, we already had several vendors lined up to do their thing—carpet installers, the pool people, painters, plumbers, and pest control. And you absolutely have to have pest control on speed dial in Georgia. Have you seen the size of those Palmetto bugs?
Georgia Palmetto bug
But, after a nice calm discussion with the banker, the closing took place as planned.
After quickly realizing the error of her ways, she handed us the keys to our new house (the 7th in ten years) and we immediately drove there to have our first look around without our agent in tow. We were also able to see a few of the neighbors for the first time.
Yep, living on an island is going to take a lot of getting used to. But…
If it’s good enough for Sandra Bullock, it’s good enough for us…