Well, it’s official: Joe and I are now homeowners! We closed on our little Chicago bungalow this afternoon. (For more on the trials and tribulations leading up to this moment, check out this post.) It’s almost hard to believe that we own a house now, but I’m really glad everything went through.
Last night, we went for the final walk-through, and I was a little surprised that instead of just the seller (who we’d met before), his son and daughters and several grandkids were all there. Apparently this house has been in the same family since 1959, and it’s being sold now that the elderly couple who lived in it have passed away. So they were all going around taking pictures of “grandma’s house” for the last time.
Closing went pretty smoothly — it took a little under three hours. The sellers seemed to finish their batch of paperwork much more quickly than we finished ours, so they spent most of that time telling colorful stories about wedding fights and drawing pictures of forts on scratch paper.
The only notable problem that came up was that my name was misspelled on every single document — they’d put in my middle initial as “B” instead of “P,” probably as a result of looking at one of the earlier tax records from before I got married and changed my name. It was too late to revise all of the documents, so I had to cross it out and initial the edit every single place my name was printed on all of the dozens of pages we had to sign. Boo.
But other than that, there were no nasty surprises, no delays, and we left with the keys to our new house, which we promptly ran to try out. So next comes the fun part: moving in, which we’re aiming to do next weekend if everything happens quickly with the floors. More updates on that coming soon!