Friday, September 27, 2002
Just got the news this afternoon that the buyer's finances came through, so it is a done deal. The house closed at $86K, which is $3K less than asking, but $1K more than the maximum I expected for it.
You'd think I'd be happy, and while I am relieved, I feel sick at heart. It is an ending.
I really have little love for the town or the house, but it is an irrevocable break from the past. A reference point, with lots of memories, gone from my life in just over a month. It's a finality -- there's no turning back, certainly not where Mom's concerned, though arguably that happened the moment the doctor judged her as needing "alternate care".
I know waiting would have just prolonged the inevitable, and mean more needless monthly bills to pay on an empty house.
Plans for the money is to stick it all in extremely safe investment: either in a high-interest savings account or a GIC, so that money is there and available when needed.
Bought myself a couple of DVDs and the latest Peter Gabriel CD to cheer myself up.
What does put a smile on my face is thinking about taking Vanessa to her first ballet class tomorrow morning.
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