Closing in New Beginnings

I closed on my condo Friday. It was a hectic day. I had to work late Thursday night, so I could take off Friday to do everything I wanted. I got up shortly before 9, so I could go to my bank and wire the funds to the seller. I had reserved a U-Haul truck for that morning, so I could go back to Snellville and empty out my storage unit. The truck was much bigger than what I needed, but too much is sometimes better than not enough. While I was loading my storage unit, I decided to leave my bicycle and couch in the donation area. I didn't need either of them any more, and they would just be that much more cumbersome to load and unload, but I still can't help but feel nostalgic when I let things go.

I was able to make it back to the condo for a final walkthrough at 2 pm. Most of my requested repairs had been made, Unfortunately, the HOA still needs to follow through on some of the roof repairs, so I'll have to harp on them about that. I recently discovered that my door key doesn't access my storage closet or my mail box, so I'll have to take care of that soon, too.

My realtor and I were on time for the closing at 3:00 pm. In an amusing twist of events, I had been slowly "hulking out" of my shorts the entire morning. I wore some old shorts that I didn't mind getting dirty and sweaty while I loaded and unloaded boxes. There was already a modest, mostly unnoticeable hole in the crotch, until I squatted to pick up one of my heavier boxes.

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That noise continued every time I had to pick up a box, until I ultimately had a very noticeable tear encompassing the front inside quarter of the leg of my right short. It was basically impossible not to broadcast my boxer to the rest of the world.

So, I'm walking around with a giant, gaping hole broadcasting my underwear pattern to the rest of the world. What are the chances that a foxy lady is going to show up for the closing, If you said, "knowing Rob's luck, 100%" then you're absolutely right. It gets better. After we signed the contract, of course the seller is going to want a group photo to commemorate the event. Not only that, when my realtor dropped me off back at my new condo (he gave me a lift to the closing , so I wouldn't have to drive the U-Haul truck there), he wanted to commemorate the moment by taking a picture of me in front of my new home. How is it that the one day people insist on taking my photo, I just happen to acquire a black-hole sized tear in the front of my shorts? Thankfully, I was carrying around my documents in a folder, so all of those photos show me a covering my right leg with said folder. Hopefully, it's not too conspicuous.

I went back to my to my place and started the unpacking process. At least, I'm unpacking everything from my storage unit. I still have to move my stuff from my current place. Thankfully, I took care of the biggest and heaviest items Friday. Somehow, I was able to carry my favorite recliner up a flight of stairs by myself. I also picked up a desk from Office Depot that morning. I'm glad I rented an appliance dolly so I could pull it up the stairs, but even with the dolly, doing so nearly gave me a hernia. I was amazed I was able to do both my Saturday and Sunday work out considering how blitzed my leg muscles felt.

At the moment, I have to assemble that desk and unpack the boxes I've unloaded. I get the feeling that much of those boxes' contents will be thrown out. I actually found a box of food items that have been in storage since 2009. When I lost my job back then, I never imagined getting back into the working world would take so long, and I certainly didn't think getting my own place would take even longer. It's all very gross, but hopefully, I can have those items taken care of before this weekend.

Also, I got to be a little bit of a hero Friday morning. I stopped by Wal-Mart to run an errand, and as I was walking through the exit, I noticed a wallet on the ground. I didn't see who dropped it, so I picked it up and looked through it to try to identify the owner. The fellow who dropped it had some business cards in it, which listed his mobile phone number. I immediately called him and informed him he had lost his wallet. He hadn't yet driven out of the parking lot, so returning it to him didn't take long. He was clearly eternally grateful, and I got to feel awesome about myself. Yay me.