We went into the closing agency and signed the papers yesterday. Our hands and wrists are now in tip top shape, so if you would like our autographs now is the time to ask. We are just waiting for the deed and the bank to complete their review of our loan. Then the keys are ours. We've gone through this a couple times before with our current house and then a refinance. This time was a little different though, because we had Jillian with us. Of course she was a happy, go-lucky girl until it came time for us to sign the papers. Then she decided it was time for a bottle and got cranky needing a nap. As a result, Jeramy and I can attest to the fact that you can sign important legal documents while giving a baby a bottle.
I seriously cannot believe we're moving. You would think the house and storage unit full of boxes would provide me with enough proof. And if not that, the fact that we're painting rooms that have never been painted in seven years of home ownership would help it sink in. For me, it doesn't seem to sink in until we actually stay the first night. I'm excited, nervous and even a little sad all at once. I'm going to miss our current next door neighbors and their little girls. We even have a gate between our back yards for easy access. At the new house it won't really even matter if we like our neighbors because the nearest ones are a quarter mile away. That's right, we're moving to the country. Or at least as country as you can get in the suburbs of Seattle.
Anyhow I've got to run. I've got to order heating oil, reserve a U Haul trailer and run to Home Depot yet again.