Wednesday, March 12, 2008

How do you spell RELIEF?

C-L-O-S-I-N-G D-A-Y!!!

Well, folks. It's official. We sold our old house and OWN our new house.

I feel so much...... lighter.

Now, and only now, you may begin to tell us how insane it was to move in here before we knew for sure it was going to end this way. Go ahead. I can take it.

I had an image in my mind of a photo of the four of us on our front step holding the contract as our victory shot. Well, it was rainy/snowy and Sam had to dash off to his grad class, so, instead I spread out the signed contract on the kitchen floor. Award winning, no?

Shortly after we got home, our realtor showed up with this gift basket full of lovely treats. Oh my goodness, those lemon chocolate things! The basket also included Borders gift cards for each of the kids... so nice. I love a gift basket. And, I feel that we have really stepped up in the world because when we bought our last home, our realtor gave us a candle. I think they knew we earned it this time. It's a miracle through all that waiting and negotiating that I didn't ever lose my cool. Okay, one time I did. One time I used the word "strangle" in an email. But that was it.

I celebrated all day in little small ways of being nice to myself:

I had a long shower.
I had a croissant for breakfast.
I drank two cups of coffee while watching the Today show, which is actually really silly, but whatever.
I vacuumed out my car.
We had lunch at the Harvest Moon.
The Carvers came over for dinner.
I ate a lot of lemon chocolatty things.
And Sam and I are going on a date this Saturday.

A what?

A date. Like with babysitters and stuff.

Sushi and a movie we think.

I know. We never do that. But we earned this one!

Hooray for closing day!
Hooray for no more realestate-themed blog posts!
Hooray for deep sleeping!
Hooray for upstairs laundry! (sorry)


Leigh said...

[lots of hand clapping] Yay Emilie! Insane? Just a wee little bit, but it all worked out!!! Congrats, and now you can take that big breath of air!!

Tiercy said...

Congratulations!! We went through a very similary scenario when we sold our house a year and a half ago. I am so glad you got those signatures. It's amazing what a little ink on a piece of paper can do. I love your posts. Keep posting!

Donna said...

Oh well done! Huge congratulations, you must be so relieved!

Emilie can I ask, what temperature ranges do you get there? It looks extremely cold but glorious!

I'ts 39c here in Melbourne today (102f) but not unusual!!

Christine said...


Frederique said...

So happy for you and your family! Christine's friend

Baute Family said...

I'm so happy for you & your family.Having a home that you love means a lot, and selling the old one, means a lot more! I have been reading your posts a lot and have so enjoyed them. I will have to get better at updating mine so you can be a part of my world here in sunny,hot California...(not that I'm rubbing in the sunny, hot part!)I miss & love you Em. I sure wish our kids could grow up together!xoxo

The Pagleys said...

Emilie, I haven't read your blog in a while, so I have missed the intensity with the closing, but I am so glad your house is now yours!! I know worry about houses these days, so I am sooooo happy for you. I loved your orange poem, and I have one that I also like. So, I hope you like it too.

Gary Soto - "Oranges"

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickle from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all

A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.