flwyd: (rose red sky blue)
The timing of the whole house buying process has worked out exquisitely.

For awhile we've been talking about buying a house this spring. Last year we let our landlord know that we'd like to go month-to-month when our lease was up. But since the purchase process was really smooth, we didn't need it. We're officially moved out of Lucky Gin, and it's approximately as clean as it was when we moved in.

We smartly gave ourselves a month to move, closing on the house on the first Monday of March. That provided a weekend for moving essentials and compactly stacking boxed media, a weekend for friends and family and several large vehicles, a weekend for professional movers to pick up the heavy and/or bulky, and a week and a Saturday for all the random things that have somehow escaped packing, discarding 3-year-old containers hiding in the fridge, and extensive cleaning.

Smooth timing was a theme in the house search process, too. The first two open house we tried to go to were closed. The first one we successfully visited was super fun and we got a good vibe from the seller's realtors. We met with those two at the beginning of the year and decided to "go out with them" for a while. And although I was prepared to spend months to a year looking for a house that met our needs, timing lucked out such that we bought a house that we saw on the second weekend of outings. Total time between purchasing Buying Your First Home and actually buying our first home: less than three months.

Another timing irony, or manifestation if you prefer: for several years I had a bunch of money in a money market account rather than a higher-interest CD because I was usually in a state of "Maybe next year will be the time to buy a house." In early 2017 I decided that pattern was clearly silly, so I poked around and found that I was eligible for a credit union with a 1% APR 1-year CD and figured one year would be a good time for a house purchase, relative to the lease schedule. Getting the account set up and money moved in took a week or two longer than I expected, so the maturity date was March 8th, a bit later in the year than I was hoping. But as luck would have it, the house cost a couple hundred thousand dollars less than I was expecting to pay, so I didn't have to use any of the money from the CD. The kicker, of course, is that a couple months after I opened the CD, the savings account's interest rate increased such that I would've made more money by keeping it totally liquid.

Fortunately, we now never* need to move again.
Well, except moving all the stuff in the garage (there's a single-human-width path down the middle) into the house, unboxing it, and moving the items destined for a garage sale back into the garage.

Some people think it's a great idea to have a yard sale before you move. I disagree: when there's a deadline on the move, it takes much less time to pack items without evaluating them, and you save on the time and stress of having all the unwanted items identified by a Saturday that you could use schlepping boxes instead. It seems much less stressful to carefully consider an item fetched from the garage, figure out how it might fit into a new space, and not announce a sale until all of the unnecessary items have accumulated.

* Well, until it's time to retire to Moloka'i or move into an ALF.

Substition

Saturday, June 14th, 2008 12:33 am
flwyd: (step to the moon be careful)
Is Friday the 13th unlucky? PubMed says yes. Dutch insurance statisticians say no.

On Thursday the 12th I used my debit card at Valhalla's to purchase the 4th Edition D&D Player's Handbook and In Your Face Again, a collection of Feng Shui scenarios. I then drove to Burrito Express and paid cash for a carne asada combo plate. I then drove around the corner home, got the mail, put my books, laptop, and bag on the counter, curled up in my hammock to read about new races and classes, and fell asleep with the radio still on.

On Friday the 13th I took Smoochie to the vet for an eye checkup. It looks real bad, but it could be a lot worse. When I attempted to pay, I discovered my debit card was not in my wallet. I promised to come back with a check, went home, and called Valhalla's, discovering that they don't open until noon. I went to work and called again. The phone answerer didn't see my card, but said I should call back later when another guy would be there. Before I left work I called again. This guy checked around the register and in the safe, but couldn't find anything. Rather worried, I drove back to Burrito Express in case the card had fallen out of my wallet. No such luck. I returned home and re-checked all three places I could have misplaced the card the previous night. Resigned to canceling the card on Saturday the 14th, I headed up I-70 to check the neighbors of Valhalla's and to lighten my heard with Friday Card Game Night at Witches Brew. Nobody had returned the card to the dojo/dance space next door to Valhalla's, so I checked back again. The third time was the charm; the woman who'd rung up my sale the previous night said someone had found the card in the parking lot. I'm not sure if it was found 24 hours after the fact or if the previous two guys had failed to notice its prominent position on top of a desk organizer on the counter, but I breathed a giant sigh of relief.

Conclusion: Add an anecdote for a lucky Friday the 13th and an unlucky Thursday the 12th.
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