Our old house in SE Texas has finally sold!
The irony was that it didn’t move at all in the beginning, but things happened fast in the last three weeks.
People were FIGHTING over the property at the end. Unfortunately, we had already accepted an offer from the man who jumped at it first, so the others were left trying to finagle a new deal. We had backup contracts in case the first guy defaulted, but his wife wanted the property, and you know how that is. When a wife wants something, she’s going to get it.
The only thing that mattered to me is that we had enough to pay off our current house. As of today, we are completely solvent, not beholding to anyone.
This will make the fourth house we ever paid off. Unless we decide to downsize, this will also be the last house we pay off.
I have waited a long time for this day.
The weeks leading up to the sale is why I had been so frazzled as of late. We had to empty the house and workshop and be done with it once and for all. That took many trips back and forth. Then we had a massive dead pine tree that could’ve fallen either way. The bad thing was, it was too big even for us to handle. Somehow it fell neatly in the best possible place in three chunks. I think God took pity on us at that point and let it fall without hurting anyone or anything.
We had several offers come in at once. Some were low-ballers, others were legitimate. The person I had hoped would get it needed the property rezoned but the city turned her down. She wanted to build a seniors center complete with a park, several gardens, and walking trails.
Another buyer had his attorney write out a contract with a lot of verbiage even our realtor didn’t understand. We countered with a simpler contract and without all the stipulations he had requested. He said he had to think about it. That’s when another guy showed up with a cash offer and signed a contract on the spot. We took it.
Apparently, there was a lot of back-end tongue wagging between these last two buyers. The one who had to think about it wanted the property badly, but the one who signed said his wife wanted it and that’s all that mattered. He plans to bulldoze the little house that’s on it now and build her a mansion. I hope they live a long and healthy life there. It’s a beautiful piece of property–one of the few left with that much forested acreage intact.
It had been our first homestead. We raised chickens, ducks, rabbits, hogs, rheas, and emu. We weathered hurricanes and a terrible fire that took the lives of two of our dogs.
When we bought the place in 1986, the woods had been so overgrown you could get lost. (I did get lost once!) We tamed it with nothing but machetes and chain saws until we could afford a tractor.
We bought the property from a good friend, an English lady who somehow never lost her lovely accent even though she had lived in the US for 40 years.
She had wanted to homestead there, but time slipped away and she and her husband grew too old. She knew we could make it and she wanted the place to go to people who could pick up where they left off.
I learned how to garden there and my neighbor taught me to crochet and bake pies. (My pies were never as pretty as hers.) It was a good time to grow up in the country. But it’s not country anymore. What was once the backwoods is now a full fledged city with paved streets, a library, a police department, and several schools.
It had changed with the times, but I think I’ll always remember it the way I saw it 30 years ago. For two young people, it was a pretty neat place to put down roots.
I think I want to rest now for a couple of weeks. I’ve had enough excitement to last me a while.
What’s been your wildest real estate venture? Weren’t you glad when it was all over? Good or bad, the experience wears you out.