Well,it finally happened. My Mom's house sold today. It has been on the market for almost a year in the very depressed city of Dayton, Ohio. We started out at one price, lowered it 2 times and sold it for 2/3 of it's appraised value to a flipper. I have been sweating the next few months, worried I was going to have to dip into our personal funds to continue utilities, insurance, and taxes.....and today it sells.
I am of 2 minds over this. On one hand, thank God it sold! I can stop worrying about when the next bill will be paid. No more utilities, insurance, landscaping, taxes. No more worries that something will happen and I will have to find the monies to replace a roof, furnace, water heater, or plumbing. I can stop worrying that the house is empty and I am an hour away if something were to happen. All of these things are a huge load off my mind and our finances.
BUT....it is the house I grew up it. It was where my family was the happiest. We moved into that house the day JFK was killed. I was 6 and my brother was less than a year. I had Girl Scouts in that house and our troop's first camp-out in that backyard. I learned to cook in that kitchen and how to walk in heels down that hall. I kissed my first boy in that side yard and learned to drive from that driveway. I shaved my legs without permission and cut myself to the shinbone in that tub. I held my favorite brush as a microphone and sang with the Cowsills in that bedroom.
I have been just crushed since Tom called to say they accepted our counter-offer. It has been a year of changes for me/us. In my head this is a good thing. But in my heart it is devastating that I won't be able to "go home" again. On February 28th it will be gone. I will hold my memories close and miss it just the same.