Buying a house is easy. Work like a demon for two years then write a little cheque with lots of zeros. Fold it three times counter-clockwise, blow on the bottom left corner, then give it to some magicians masquerading as lawyers. The cheque then turns into a 3 story 2400 sq.ft. house in a really nice part of town.
The signing was a real circus. I was there and my realtor and banker came along. The seller was there with her lawyer and realtor. And since that is clearly not enough to sell a house, every so often a legal secretary bustled in to grab stuff to photocopy.
The photo shows me at the exact second when I realized out how much I will be paying for the house, plus interest, over the next 25 years (hint: nearly double the sales price). Oh my.
Helen couldn't be there for the signing (its still exam times at WSU). So we'd organized a P.O.A. (power of attorney) which let me sign for her. Which meant that I signed, about a million times "T.J.Menzies and H.J.Burgess (by Tim Menzies, P.O.A)". And when that was done, there was a million more initials: "TJM and HJB by TJM (POA)".
Still, even after all that, it was all very exciting. Afterwards I did a walk through the house with my realtor. She's about 5-foot no-inches; I'm 6-foot something; and I was puppy dogging around going "wow! cool! f*&king great! mine! mine! mine!". She was like "yes, it is a quite nice house".
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