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12 September 2005 Monday

Home sweet byebye home

slated in moments at 5:19 am

My parents have been looking for a new house.
This means their daughter, the now real estate agent, has been and will be plenty busy for a while yet.

After a week of driving around a whole lot and making calls and looking at houses, we found -a- the house. It’s further away from our “familiar” spots and city and metro and such.. but it’s on a lake. Period. My mother has firmly decided that living in the middle of everything and coming home just to sleep is not what she wants from a home—she wants a view, she wants to be able to feel at peace and be relaxed and comfortable and look out onto fresh greenery and waters from her windows/deck. She’s always had a thing for lakes, or at least a backyard pond and small waterfall. She wasn’t specifically looking for that when we found it, but now that she’s found it, it’s all she wants. The owner of the place is a very nice person, so that’s very pleasant and encouraging. So Dad was brought over to see it too, so that he’d at least have the option of exercising his rarely-used veto rights. That evening, my excellent broker walked me through writing my first contract, and we offerred the contract and it’s ultimately been accepted and both sides have signed and home inspection will happen this week and meanwhile we’ll be frantically packing up the current house and preparing to put it on the market ASAP.

Operation sell current house, commenced!

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