I Am A HomeownerOctober 27, 2004
Can you believe that? Isn't that the craziest thing y'ever heard? And you all... Now, you know those comments you left made me cry. Really. Wanna come over for a beer? My home is open to you.
Well, okay, in reality it isn't. That's only because it's not even open to ME.
My realtor, Ghet, called me at 9:30am this morning to tell me the magic words. It was done. I was a homeowner. We agreed to meet later to pick up the key from the lockbox on site, and we would go inside. By some miracle, I managed to fall back asleep for a couple more hours, but I had that fitful sleep of extreme anticipation. It was like I was five again and it was Christmas Eve, waking every half-hour to see if it was time to get up yet. Is it time? Now? Isn't it time yet?
Finally, it's time to get up. Finally, it's time to go open my door. MY door.
I arrive. My realtor is already there. She's furious. Spitting mad, ferociously dangerous. The ex-owner (because, you know, I am the owner now -- hey, didja know that?) has not removed the staging furniture inside and has REMOVED the key from the lockbox. On purpose. I have no way to get into my home. And he's not returning any of the phone calls.
I am pretty damn crushed. Ghet calls the ex-owner's assistant and screams. Lawsuits are mentioned. Rent-back is guaranteed. She threatens her with everything but brimstone on wheat toast.
But really. Okay. It's my place. Whoooopeee! I can probably hire a locksmith to open the place and change the locks, and have the movers place the furniture out on the sidewalk on Saturday, when they're moving in my stuff. It's a pain. Not a catastrophe. In terms of problems, everyone should have this problem. Like Juliette said in a comment yesterday, "Buying a home in California is tantamount to buying a small Balkan country...and you are like the Queen of that country." I am QUEEN! A queen without a key, that is.
I'm letting Ghet deal with it right now. I trust her junkyard-dog bark more than my little whine. But keep me out much longer? Grrrrr.
So for now, no photos. Soon. Well, I hope soon. Tomorrow the phone is going on in the new place and that means my DSL might be lost at home until next week. That means no photos since I won't be able to get them from my computer up to the site. Hopefully I'll be able to show you at least one photo. Oh, hell. You can see one now from when I walked through the staged furniture a while back. It's not bad luck anymore. Here's the living room.
Wahhh! Isn't that fabulous? Of course, with my furniture, it will be more cluttered. And it'll have way more yarn.
Oh. Knitting. Right. Ghet loved her scarf and wee ponchos. She wore the scarf draped elegantly while she paced the parking area, yelling into her cell phone. It was rad. She gave me a heavy cut crystal vase for my housewarming present. Crystal! I am not old enough or mature enough for crystal. I think I'll keep knitting needles in it.
More later! MWAH!