Finally Arrived and Finally Cable Ready!

Wow!  What a process moving has been.  Our "moving" story will curl your hair!  We've been here for a week now, but I just got cable, phone, and internet service yesterday.  The withdrawals were unpleasant, to say the least.  Most of all, I couldn't even keep up with all of your blogs...I'm so far behind!

It's good to be here, finally.  We were scheduled to have the movers come last Thursday early in the morning with the hope of having the truck packed by 10 am.  At that point, the new owner could do her walk-thru and our money would be wired to our closing.  Well, things really didn't go as planned.  Please skip to the end if you don't like to read long sagas...

We knew that once the movers packed the truck, there would be no way to have them wait for our closing, which was scheduled for noon, and deliver up in NH that afternoon, so we put the mattress in a rented van and filled the rest of the van with all our paintings and boxes of food and such.  The movers were going to hold the furniture overnight.  At 9 am the movers called to say they were running late.  Our van was packed at this point.  I'm still trying to tie up loose ends...like my husband's clothes, which he rather forgot to pack...needless to say, they were tossed into large garbage bags and thrown in the van.  My FIL, who is 84, was on-hand to help me and I was literally delegating stuff to him left and right.  I might have lost my mind had he not been there...bless his heart!

At 11 am, the movers call again to say that the truck broke down and they would be there later in the day.  So, now we have a house full of furniture, except the mattress, no walk thru happening, and our closing is in one hour.  We were panicked.  The realtor said to go ahead with a "dry" closing, meaning we weren't bringing all of our funds.  So off we go, leaving Dad in charge to wait for any sign of the movers. 

At the closing, they discover that we had to have two different bank checks cut for our portion of the closing costs.  The first one my husband got the night before, but then at 8 that evening was told they forgot the water bill, so before we went to the closing, he returned that bank check and got another one.  Only he also took out an additional $100 and the mortgage people wanted to know why.  I'm at the closing lawyer's office explaining that maybe he wanted to put gas in the van, get a burger...

The worst thing was that when we tallied up all the closing costs, we knew we'd be short money, but we also knew that my final paycheck would be a big one because it is the pay for the entire summer.  So, we knew we'd use that to make up the difference.  However, the mortgage underwriters didn't have that money info on their application, so in the middle of closing, they are wondering where we got the money from and could we please "source" that.  That's their favorite word...source.  So, I had to use the secretary's computer, go into my bank account, print out the deposit record showing that it came from a paycheck, copy our savings book showing the deposit and subsequent withdrawal, and fax that to the underwriters.  We were there for 3 hours proving we had enough money to buy the house.  And we didn't get it from our Mommies or Daddies.  However, without the wired money from the sale, we could get no key.

Back to the old house we go and by now, the movers are there.  It was 4 in the afternoon.  They loaded up the truck, but because they rented a U-haul truck, not everything fit.  So they'd be back in the morning to get the rest.  By now, the mattress is buried under much stuff in the van.  The house is empty, it's bed time, we are exhausted, and there's no bed.   Have I mentioned it's also our 4th wedding anniversary?   I pull some blankets out of the van, make a little bed on the bare living room floor, and we settle down to a night of sheer torture!  I don't recommend sleeping on hardwood.  Or should I say lying there trying to turn a battered body over when one side goes numb.

The next morning, the movers come to take away the rest of the stuff.  I'm cleaning up last minute things and we are desperate for the new owner to do her walk thru.  However, she's not comfortable until we are actually gone.  We need her to do it quickly or the money won't be wired in time and we won't get in at all.  Plus, now it's Friday and the start of the July 4th weekend.  We are eager to get out of the way and we do at about 9 am.  She does the walk thru and the transfer is sent.   But, hours go by...10, 11, 12 noon...the title company still hasn't received the transfer...no sign of it.  By now my husband is calling everyone who had anything to do with this and yelling at them--a lot.  We are hanging tight over at his folks house...waiting.  I'm crying and trying not to be sick.  We have no place to go, we haven't slept, no shower, still in filthy clothes from the day before.  It wasn't pretty.  Finally at 2 pm, the money goes through and we can go get the keys.  Which we do in record time and meet the movers at the new house. 

Later that night, I think it's about 6:30 and hubby and I are enjoying our first meal of soup and toast...when he tells me it's actually 9:30 at night. 

Despite everything, we are thrilled to be here and we're settling in.  Gus has a new lease on life here...he loves all the scents and the open space.  He even wanted to play with his football last evening!

There's the living room fireplace with my spinning wheel!  I found my rug and unpacked it with the hope of pulling some loops in between unpacking! 

Next up...getting a car!
Ta for now folks!