I just got the following message from our lawyer about our house closing:
"Everything went great. I'll put your keys and your copy of the documents our front for your Realtor."
So, it's official. We're homeowners again! Yay!
We also had our initial base housing inspection this morning. In the past, before base housing was privatized, you basically had to remove any evidence that humans ever lived in your home before they would let you sign out. We always paid professionals to do the cleaning for us.
But the new private company swore to us that it wasn't necessary to clean like that. I just had trouble believing them. I've done this too many times before.
And so I was up at 3 a.m. this morning to clean our two and a half baths.
Incidentally, it took me an hour and twenty-three minutes to clean them all. It is official. My family is disgusting. And my fingertips are red and raw today.
I took the dog and went to pump gas while the housing people were here. I just couldn't bear to watch them walk through and judge my house.
Their conclusion? "It looks much better than most."
It is official. I am a domestic goddess. Just one who makes big messes before I clean them up.
I finally feel like this move is really happening. I guess I better start packing, huh?