“Shine on me sunshine, walk with me world, it’s a skippity do da day, I’m the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A.”
I’ve been singing Donna Fargo’s tune right along with Dolly in my head off and on ever since I read the words “clear to close” in an email. Then the title office called to schedule a closing date.
Fantastic! Yes! I’m buying a house!
Oh gosh… the last few days have been a roller coaster ride that left me on the brink of tears. There have been misunderstandings between the funding sources, an expired contract awaiting the seller’s signature on an extension request, and a personality conflict between my realtor and the banker. When a change in my loan status required manual underwriting, it felt like everything was falling apart.
Maybe I should be singing What a Difference a Day Makes.
It is still not a done deal until the last paper is signed and the keys are dropped into my hand, but is is such a relief to have a closing date.
I’m so happy today that I am not going to let ANYONE rain nails on my parade… not even a neighbor telling me that my boyfriend is “doing” a girl on his floor can bring me down.
I told the neighbor not to worry about it… he’s not moving with me anyways.
NEXT MORNING (a little note for my sister readers): That neighbor was trying to convince me to break up with M and threw in that tidbit for good measure. Bottom line, he is a grumpy old man who doesn’t want his friend to move out of the building. Supposedly, they are in a big dispute… yeah right, I look out the window and see them doing the Paul Simon thing, sitting on park benches like book ends. If it is true, oh well… he will eventually tell on himself.
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