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Tuesday, March 31, 2009 So. To review. A year ago: me, in Madrid, realizing that my life felt like I'd been treading water for the previous year (or so). Deciding that big changes had to be made. Giving up the flat I'd had for several years, packing up my life there, leaving things in a teeny storage compartment. Returning to northern Vermont on May 1st, intending to begin a process of sorting through my belongings with an eye toward getting rid of lots of it, at the same time working on the house, getting it ready to sell. The house went on the market in mid-October. Just in time for big market slow-down. Found myself slogging through deep northern Vermont winter, waiting for the worst of it to pass so that potential buyers would dust the snow off their clothes and re-commence house-hunting. I never doubted that someone would go for the house -- I knew it would sell itself if people came to see it. And last week, as if the melting snow that's been in process all month finally hit a threshold, home-buyers woke up from their long winter sleep, began coming to see my modest hilltop palace. One couple seemed very interested, but held off on pulling the trigger. While they vacillated, someone else came along -- a wonderful woman (single mom w/ five-year-old boy), who clearly was reacting to the place the way I did when I first saw it as a potential buyer. She and her realtor stayed an hour and a half, all of us talking on and on. Next morning, she left a message on my answering machine letting me know they were making an offer. They did, I accepted, that was that. I have two months to organize, pack and prepare for what comes next. The closing happens June 1. España, te echo de menos rws 4:34 PM [+]
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