So SHR and I have moved. The closing was on April 3.
On the way, a panhandler in Manhattan tried to get my attention by yelling "Hey McEnroe!" I guess he dug my gray hair.
The closing consisted of 90 minutes of signing paper after paper. There were the sellers. There was the annoying lawyer on their side who kept referring to SHR as Susan to his clients but never made contact with us or spoke to us directly during the closing. Instead, he told our lawyer to tell us things that she then simply repeated to us. This was the same guy who had all the contracts written up with one of the seller's names as Helen (her nickname) because he couldn't pronounce her Korean name of Hyon. This quite annoyed her and I can't blame her. There was our lawyer who never really had her heart in the whole thing ever who had food caught in her teeth the entire time.
There was No No Nanette who was the person in charge of the whole proceeding who loved to repeat her terrible jokes after no one responded to them the first time around. Example: after sneezing she said, "I'm going to blow my brains out one day that way." Upon receiving blank stares from SHR and me, she repeated her joke until I forced a laugh. Nanette kept shooting dirty looks at the woman representing the bank. Apparently, Nanette didn't like her vibe. SHR didn't like Nanette's vibe when she came back from the copy room and had mixed up Hyun's and her licenses. "Oops, how did I do that?" she inquired. I suppose all Koreans do look the same.
SHR, on more than one occasion, pointed out things to our lawyer who hadn't noticed them or didn't explain what we were supposed to do. There was some guy there, not sure what his role was, who spent the majority of the time reading a paperback. Near the end, all the official types start gossiping about the turnaround time of certain banks and bitching about other real estate type stuff. Snooze.
Near the end, our lawyer asked SHR and me, "You guys aren't married are you? I didn't know you were married." Nevermind the fact that she had asked us the same question in December, nevermind the rings we wear, but how can she represent us for a number of months, and prepare and read over so many documents and not notice that we shared a last name? What a wonderful lawyer we had.
Checks were cut. Handshakes were in order.
Then the keys were slid across the table and we were homeowners.
The view the next day with the leftover couch, since removed.
We moved in on 4/7.
The big question that you might have - What about the neighbors? Any salsa parties? The answer to that is a resounding no. However, it has been replaced by some strange strange whooping, hooting, and singing from our next door neighbors. More on the apartment, new neighborhood, and hooting neighbors later.
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