Our house buyer seems to be having trouble getting their paperwork in for their loan on time, and we are working on the third extension to the closing date for this sale. Lesson learned: take the cash offer. It may not be for as much in terms of sale price, but the potential hassle cost is likely a lot less.
Meanwhile, we sit in the little hotel (Day’s Inn—basic, but nice) in a different part of town (closer to the city center) we booked long ago, and wait. And get to decide every few days if we really want this deal or are better off starting the selling process over (sigh!).
We are enjoying the different environment in the southwest part of the city. Being out of the suburbs is actually rather nice, with all sorts of entertainment and services in close proximity (even within walking distance—what a concept!). Although we are ultimately not city people, city life is still better than suburban life.
Feeling more like the Hanged Man than the Hermit in the Tarot deck at the moment. The Hanged Man usually means sacrificing something, particularly time, or, since he’s upside down, pausing to take a different perspective.
It is hard to relax and enjoy the maid service and other fun differences from home when our buyer keeps wanting to change the closing date, but I’m thinking that this is a strong lesson in taking one day at a time and staying in the present.
On the bright side, our house is now empty (with our RV-designated possessions in a lovely little storage place near the hotel), and we’ll be in Houston when our adult children are here for the holidays, so we will get to see them in person, which is becoming a rarer gift as time goes on.
And we continue to keep the vision of the Great West alive.