Category Archives: Growing Up

We Bought A House!!: The Closing

I stand by my opinion that real estate closings, especially for first-time homebuyers, should have 1) snacks and 2) balloons and confetti upon completion.

Without those things, it’s actually pretty anti-climatic.

Not really, though!

So, our closing! Allen, our friend/realtor said that our closing was about a 0.1 on a scale of 0-10 of difficulty. That was despite the fact that the mortgage broker didn’t get the paperwork to our lawyer until 7:30 at night, and the lawyer didn’t the final number on the oil adjustment until almost 9. This meant that we showed up to the closing with no check, and no idea how much our check would have to be. Fortunately, everyone we worked with was ridiculously nice and they let us run to the bank right after the closing. Whew.

The closing itself was… fine? I’d say it was boring, but I was too busy initialing and signing about two hundred pieces of paper. Even that wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. After working our way through the stack, Janice (the previous homeowner) handed us the keys, her realtor thanked our realtor for making this his smoothest transaction of the year, and we were done (after we ran to the bank)!

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Meeting Janice was actually really cool. I was apprehensive about meeting the previous owner, because who knows what they’ll be like. She was at the walk through (which is odd, apparently) and told us about some of the little quirks of the house. Janice lived in the house for over 30 years and raised her family there. I cannot imagine what it was like for her to hand over the keys to a girl in skinny jeans and Converse and a guy with tattoos, camo shorts, and a dirty Red Sox hat. But she was super friendly. She filled us in on the neighbors, told us where she’d be staying until she found a house in Central Mass, and told us to contact her if we had any questions. I hope we came off as genuinely caring about the house, because we do.

After the closing, Allen took us out to lunch (thanks Al!) and we ate some pretty kick-ass Italian food and talked about beer. And then we went home.

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We walked through the entire house. Talked paint colors. Stocked the fridge with beer for moving day. Assessed the back yard. Made mental notes about what had to stay (the owl plant hangers) and what had to go (ALL the brass fixtures… so much brass). We fell in love all over again (with the house, not the each other, hahaha).

Because we had no furniture with us, and you can’t do much without furniture, we headed back to Fitchburg. We did some more packing. We did some sitting. We did a lot of, “Shit, we just bought a house.”

The next day, Jesse went to the dentist. I went to work. We packed and packed and packed. And on Saturday, we moved.

But that’s for next time.

The Hours are Ticking Away…

It’s almost here, the hour or more of signing paper after paper. So many papers that we’ve been told we won’t care what they say after the first ten minutes. I suppose I’m nervous for this gigantic step into adulthood. Nervous, but not too nervous. I’m more excited than anything, and it’s not even so much for the house itself (although, that is cool), it’s for the lifestyle we will have with the house.

I’ll finally have the space to set up my music gear and leave it set up. So, when I want to hide away and mess around I can just go upstairs and do that. Until now the set up time involved was generally enough distraction to shrivel any inspiration I may have had.

I’ll be able to ride my bike any place I may want to go. This might seem kind of silly but I’ve missed that bit of childhood where my friends were close and we could just pedal here, there and everywhere. Maynard is a small town and everything is easily reached on a bike. I also have a hope that this will chip away at this gut that I have been developing.

The biggest reason I’m excited for this move is simply that we are saying “Goodbye” to Fitchburg. It’s funny because Fitchburg’s shortcomings never really bothered me until I knew I was leaving. Now, every time I go out I see something that bothers me a bit. Stuff like, seeing needles on the ground when I go for walks or jogs, all the trash in the street and outside the house that never gets cleaned up or just the general lack of care for much of anything in the community. And I honestly can’t say that Maynard doesn’t have these problems or others but, as an outsider, I haven’t seen it. Yet.

So there it, and here it comes. I can say with sincerity that there hasn’t been another experience in my life that has made me feel more grown up than this. It’s a feeling I’ve been running away from since I was a teenager, but I’m seeing now that growing up isn’t like dropping a bomb on the life I have. I can still have fun and be an immature, heavy metal lunatic…

…as long as the bills get paid.