With the clock ticking down, the reality that I’m going to have a place of my own is starting to really take form. That clock says that it’s now 3.5 months away.
Umm…holy crap!
It’s been a long wait, hasn’t it? Twenty-three months have passed since I’ve signed papers saying that one of the units would be mine. With so many other things going on, it’s not like I’ve been counting the days; it’s all just been there in the back of my mind. Suddenly, the finish line looms. I have a small checklist of sort of things that I really need to get done. Before I hit that three month mark, I need to go to the appliance warehouse I have to upgrade my free appliances. I’m going to go stainless steel in the kitchen, with the stove as a slide-in range instead of a free-standing one. I’m sure that’ll be awesome. Depending on how much it all costs, I may or may not upgrade the washer and dryer. The free one gets the job done, for sure, but…I dunno. We’ll see.
I also have to find a real-estate lawyer. There’s one that was referred to me in late-December. She sent me an email, but I’ve been really bad and haven’t replied yet. I should go see what her fees are. I don’t want to spend too much time hunting for someone with the absolute lowest fees. Hopefully she’ll work out.
With closing looming, I have to start giving serious thought to mortgage rates and such. I have a pre-approval with someone, and they agreed to hold the rate until closing. Except, when this rate was set this was before the economy went to hell: I’m sure I can find a lower rate now.
All of these things are kind of nebulous things that haven’t been pinned down and made concrete, know what I mean? There’s one thing that’s pretty concrete though. Sometime last week I got a letter saying that I have to book an elevator time. This elevator time will be my moving window. They said that booking will start today at 9 a.m. Well, it figures then that I totally forgot all about it. So, now I have to wait until tomorrow morning to see what I can book. If everyone was ravenous about their times, I might have the poor luck of having to wait until early June to move. We’ll see what happened.
The clock is ticking. Tick. Tock.
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