I did the deed (well, I signed it...)
Guess what? I now own a house. As of this morning I'm the owner of a little house that's just two doors down from my sister's. I spent the entire morning running between banks and then sat at a table for 10 minutes with a solicitor to sign the deed... somehow I thought the whole thing would be a little more earth-shattering and a little less like paperwork but there you have it.
I own a house! My sister can't stop jumping up and down now that she relaxed enough since the deed (lol) is done, and the previous owner is happy he can now start paperwork for his new house. Even the solicitor was in a great mood but, tbh, he gets a scandalous amount of money to just sit there for 10 minutes, read a document and request a few signatures, so if I were in his shoes I'd be grinning from ear to ear, too.
I'm... not. Grinning from ear to ear that is. I mean, I am well aware of the magnitude of the situation, and the fact that I'd previously never bought anything bigger than a purse and definitely nothing as expensive isn't passing me without notice but... I'm not feeling much at the moment. I'm numb. I think I've been numb this whole time since dad died but I've only realized it today when I saw my sister literally devoured by anxiety the whole morning and then relieved and happy when we were on our way back home. I just... wasn't. Of course it's great to be numb when you are relaxed and frankly uncaring while others fret, but I do think I should feel happier about my new house, my *first* house that's in my name and not my parents', than I actually am.
It's possible it'll come later on, we'll see. Or maybe it's just because I won't be able to actually go live there for a month and a half still since the previous owner can't be out before March, and the house needs a little remodeling before I can take mom there. A few adjustments to make things accessible for mom are required and the workers won't start before the house is empty, obviously. Then as soon as they're done it's just a matter of moving my stuff over there, close this house before we list it to sell, and I'll be living close to my sister.
It's what needed to be done and it's what's best for everyone, especially mom since there's a few nurses living in the neighborhood and they already know my sister and the situation so they've volunteered to come help out if/when needed. It was the only solution, and the only way to move forward.
I just wish I felt something... I own a house!
ETA: BTW, I'm accepting suggestions for names... I'd like to have a name for the house because I name things, it's something I do since infancy actually. It's a small house so the name should reflect that, or I'd like it to. I'd like an english name and not an italian one, but I don't wanna go with Little Haven because... ugh... too used! LOL! But if you can think of something, suggest away! And if english is not your first language, is there a way to say small house or little place or something to that effect in your language that sounds cute?
If you happen on this post and want to contribute, please do. Might help jog my excitement, one never knows... Thanks!
I own a house! My sister can't stop jumping up and down now that she relaxed enough since the deed (lol) is done, and the previous owner is happy he can now start paperwork for his new house. Even the solicitor was in a great mood but, tbh, he gets a scandalous amount of money to just sit there for 10 minutes, read a document and request a few signatures, so if I were in his shoes I'd be grinning from ear to ear, too.
I'm... not. Grinning from ear to ear that is. I mean, I am well aware of the magnitude of the situation, and the fact that I'd previously never bought anything bigger than a purse and definitely nothing as expensive isn't passing me without notice but... I'm not feeling much at the moment. I'm numb. I think I've been numb this whole time since dad died but I've only realized it today when I saw my sister literally devoured by anxiety the whole morning and then relieved and happy when we were on our way back home. I just... wasn't. Of course it's great to be numb when you are relaxed and frankly uncaring while others fret, but I do think I should feel happier about my new house, my *first* house that's in my name and not my parents', than I actually am.
It's possible it'll come later on, we'll see. Or maybe it's just because I won't be able to actually go live there for a month and a half still since the previous owner can't be out before March, and the house needs a little remodeling before I can take mom there. A few adjustments to make things accessible for mom are required and the workers won't start before the house is empty, obviously. Then as soon as they're done it's just a matter of moving my stuff over there, close this house before we list it to sell, and I'll be living close to my sister.
It's what needed to be done and it's what's best for everyone, especially mom since there's a few nurses living in the neighborhood and they already know my sister and the situation so they've volunteered to come help out if/when needed. It was the only solution, and the only way to move forward.
I just wish I felt something... I own a house!
ETA: BTW, I'm accepting suggestions for names... I'd like to have a name for the house because I name things, it's something I do since infancy actually. It's a small house so the name should reflect that, or I'd like it to. I'd like an english name and not an italian one, but I don't wanna go with Little Haven because... ugh... too used! LOL! But if you can think of something, suggest away! And if english is not your first language, is there a way to say small house or little place or something to that effect in your language that sounds cute?
If you happen on this post and want to contribute, please do. Might help jog my excitement, one never knows... Thanks!