We had an offer on our Texas house.  Not a wonderful offer, but a starting point for negotiations.  We immediately countered and held our breaths.


Breath-holding had become difficult.  The buyers’ agent intimated they really couldn’t come up much.  We said we would consider a counter-offer.


Having given up on a counter offer and continuing to strip wallpaper and other tasks, a counter arrived, closer to our asking price.  After lots of discussion, we accepted.  The title company asked for all our information.


The buyers hadn’t gotten an inspection yet and asked for an extension of their 7-day, “need no reason to cancel option” (for which they had paid a small amount, deductible from the price if the deal went through).  We granted it.  What followed was several roof inspections by the inspector, our roofer, the insurance adjuster, their roofer, a hailstorm, another option postponement, several amendments, and 119 e-mails (I didn’t keep track of the phone calls).  I won’t even mention the hot-tub repair, which was not aided by the total lack of information on what the inspector thought was wrong with it.


We were in constant communication with Robin, our agent.  Closing was supposed to be March 31 (postponed from March 17), but the buyers, having signed the “as-is” contract, were still trying to negotiate.  We were all planning to check ourselves in to the nearest mental health facility if it ever closed.  I alternated between “Que sera, sera”,  pacing, anger, and despair.


Finally, the closing.  We had had a lovely time the day before.  The title company didn’t email us our documents to print, sign, and overnight back  until 4:38 – and didn’t think to say beforehand they needed to be notarized.  The UPS office closes at 6:30.  We had already driven over there to make sure of the hours, location, and quickest route.  Fortunately, Robert Googled and found that the public library had a notary, called to verify she was there, we printed, drove to the library, signed, copied, drove over to UPS, and were done by 6.  The library notary and the UPS clerk were both wonderful; made up for the title company – who had had all our information for a week, and didn’t put it in the paperwork – we had to fill it in.

I wasn’t about to assume the deal was going to close until it did, but I did spend the waiting time on-line cancelling all the utilities, so I must have had faith.  Finally, the title company notified us that the deal had “funded” , but the money didn’t show up in our account.


I was convinced that something would go wrong with the wire and would take additional days to straighten out – and that paying off our mortgage here was going to be a hassle.   But the proceeds hit our bank account on Monday morning; the 1 p.m. closing hadn’t funded until after the wire transfer deadline of 5 p.m.  on Friday.

I spent 10 minutes on hold but got the payoff amount for our mortgage here and was told we could just walk into our nearest branch and pay it off – so we did and it was that easy.  We went down to the bank and wrote a check and it’s done…