Fall                                                                                Falling Leaves Moon

Counter-offer. This is the negotiating side of the transaction. It feels a little like punching with pillows strapped to the hands because the offer goes through intermediaries. The feedback is dulled by the process and flattened. It becomes coarse, too, without as much information as, say, haggling in the market in Marakech.

But, it is a counter and the terms will probably get decided in the next few hours. Then, I’ll go out, see the inspection report, the property, Kate will get all of our financial info to the mortgage banker and soon we’ll have a closing date. In the dollars and cents of it all we’re going to have to spend a good bit more than we figured, not for the house, but for the whole move. That, however, says more about our experience (virtually zero) of interstate moves than it does about the service providers. Moving our life to a new location is expensive.

Then, probably in January, we’ll move.

Oh, my.

Fall                                                                                       Falling Leaves Moon

A guy is here disconnecting our generator. They moved it into the garage for packing.

Ron from Metcalfe moving (Mayflower) came to do an estimate. It was about twice what I had guessed. Sigh. We’ll get three quotes but I imagine it’s going to be in his range.

We await news on our offer. The owners of 9358 Black Mountain Drive have until noon Mountain Time to respond.

And, of course, Gertie, our hypervigilant German shorthair barks the whole time though crated. This, with a little sleep deprivation, makes the whole experience lively.

Too, Jon and Jen are not happy with the location of our new home. We’ll discuss the process of our decision more when I see them on Saturday.   Ah, the joys of a major life change. All this will recede into the past in a few months, but right now, I feel a bit frazzled.

Some more sleep will help.