I do not want him to show up and say I have to leave all my appliances behind, coz I bought them and want them...you know?
Good for you! In reference to your questions about negotiating with the new owner, please refer to post #465. Occupants can and should be always negotiate with the new owner; your new owner will consider a cash incentive for your voluntarily vacating. It's much better and preferable for them than having to initiate unlawful detainer.Tom, I took down my chandelier/cieling fans last night and we replaced them with cheapo home depot ware. Will continue with shelving and what not this evening. I put em up and in, I'm takin' em with me!
Pejutah - I'm just pleased as punch that you took down the chandelier & ceiling fans. If you're looking for real cheap replacement stuff fixtures & home improvement stuff you might try Habitat for Humanity restore (if you have one in your area). If you've got some nice blinds, you can always just hang up an old sheet in it's place.Tom,
I took down my chandelier/cieling fans last night and we replaced them with cheapo home depot ware. Will continue with shelving and what not this evening.
I put em up and in, I'm takin' em with me!
That's exactly what you are giving yourself, a new life! I'm so happy to hear you are in escrow on a new place! And it sounds like a move date may be close! Keeping my fingers crossed that all goes well and you will be tucked into your new house by Solstice.I'm ready for the new life...
We clear escrow in two weeks or so,
Congratulations Pejutah! You are through the worst of it I believe. I SO relate to the feeling of the first night in a new house. I remember that feeling when we moved to the house we are walking away from and I was dying to move out and into that house. I think it just is a part of moving, no matter what the circumstances.Well, dear loansafers, here's tonight's update.....
I called the new owner and said: I left the keys at the house in such and so place. Take her, she's yours.
Four weeks of near complete insanity, several moments of utter meltdown (think 'pulling the covers up and screaming into the pillow with tears streaming down face and in full slobber mode' kind of meltdown) many, many excruciating days of (and still many more to come) fingernail, and back breaking lifting, toting, and yes, digging, (my hands are so sore and cut up and blistered I can barely make a fist!) four trips to the recycler, six trips back to old house for various things I chose not to leave behind (e.g.: My old sconces, shelves, closet rods, drip timers, lilacs, freesias, and a truck load of lemons) it seems I am lying here on the couch I very nearly left behind, firmly ensconced in the new house.
It is my first night alone here and the place feels foreign, not my own, and a bit, well, dang it it's cold in here!
....my dear parents came up to help me move(giving up their Christmas with the grandson down south in the bargain), as did my groovy man...and a host of good friends.
I had so much love on this wild trip it was unbelievable....an old friend showed up on the day of the move and delivered a bus load of delicious Piedmont Grocery food, and cookies! Another showed up a week later with still more food..and wine!!! And then the new neighbors (who are oddly friends with my OLD neighbors) showed up with a glorious holiday basket of oranges and cakes....and MAN was all of this appreciated and needed.
None of us could lift a finger to do a danged piece of cooking after all the hard work (relentlessly hard---one forgets how rough moving is), and all of that good stuff kept us sustained during the idiotically long hours of moving. Who knew I had so much danged STUFF!!! (MENTAL NOTE: NEXT MOVE, LESS STUFFFF.)
In the end, yes, it was incredibly soul killing to lose my house. I loved that rough old girl. I loved her so much that when I left, I put on my darkest lipstick and planted a big red kiss on her cool white walls. I'd wanted to leave a "this old house" style note someplace...let the future owners (maybe far, far into the future) know how much those plaster walls and flooded basement tiles meant to me, and the nasty time frame and era that took her from me. But in the end, I didn't. I sat myself down and had a long talk with my overly sentimental self, and said, "Pej, girl, this here is business....don't forget that."
So....what have we got here?
A ranch house (I subscribed to a mag. out of Portland about ranch houses...trying to fall in love with the style I so loathed growing up,) that is twice the size of my old beauty. Plain, but substantial. A total blank slate. Room for an art and music studio. Room for a garden, although all dirt is besieged by the kind of gravel that was popular in the seventies. Safer neighborhood....with neighbors who seem to take care of their places and walk their dogs in spite of the rep that Vallejo has. A formerly free roaming cat that is now unhappy to be kept in...he'll get used to it, as will I, I suppose. A huge power line roaming through the back yard (I did buy that EMF meter, and the EMF readings are about the same as my other house, standing under the lines, weirdly....) and a sore back. A FAR cheaper mortgage, although the property taxes are more...darn it. And way more bang for the buck....but....
In all, I feel like a foreigner in a new land. This odd ranch house is NOT my house. It feels big and empty and cold. REALLY cold.
In time, I hope it'll feel like my place. I'm a little freaked out to spend the night here sans helpers for the first time and deal with the noises a new place makes that are unknown but normal. But, in the end, I had no choice. Staying on in the lathe and plaster of the old place would have been financial suicide...this was necessary for my future well being. So many things were coming due on her that I would never have been able to take care of, flooded basement aside...she needed new electrical, new roof, new new new...and I could never have done it. I could have stayed ten or twenty years and never broken even....ever.
I took a look at my credit score and it's now 677. Weird. Went up 20 points. I've heard not a peep from any bankster. No phone calls. For now, it seems (knock wood) that I've made it to the other side...and in far better shape than many. For this I'm quite grateful. The universe is a strange animal. Things were pretty hard for a lot of years at the other place----it is my hope that this new one will bring better luck. The luck the last one ought to have brought.
Right now, it all seems weird and surreal.
I'll keep posting because Loansafe and it's people were so good to me, and it seems like not enough folks poke back in to give updates about the post-foreclosure journey.
Meantime.....one year and three months to the date....here we are. Here we are indeed.