Somehow we did it. The final 72 hours were hell. No sleep. More to do than we ever thought. More last minute packing and cleaning and even finishing up projects. We stuffed more into the boat, the back of the Suburban, the dumpster, and our neighbors garage and basement then we should have.
We pulled just about an all nighter and were pulling out just as the dumpster was being picked up. So after all of that, as of right now, we have money in the bank, and we are homeless.
I can't thank Bunky enough for his help as we were in panic mode the last 12 hours. On Thursday night we decided to hook the boat up to the Suburban and it didn't look very good. The ass end was dam near hitting the ground and the hitch wasn't rated for the trailer or the weight. So off to Home Depot we went and switched it out. While it looked better it still was a bit sketchy
but we were going with it. Before we left I took a couple of pics of the inside of the hours for old times sake. We wanted to leave it the best we could and would make them happy when they
came for the final walkthrough. We left Titusville at before the 1 pm closing and hit 95 heading south.
We cleared Philly, Wilmington, and Baltimore before the crawl around Washington, D.C. At one point, around 3 o'clock, Theresa checked the account to see if the proceeds from the sale had hit. When they didn't she said, "Something's going on", and it was. I won't go into it but I'll attribute it to fear and cold feet on the buyers part, which I totally understand. When they did the walkthrough they saw the house butt naked, with everything, good and bad, in view. So we did some negotiating and by Friday afternoon we closed once and for all.
I guess there were two bumps in the road, the above, and on 95. At one pint Siri announced, "Debris in the roadway ahead", and before I could react the Suburban was swallowing a large shredded tractor trailer tire that made it's way from the front of the Suburban back to the boat. I watched as the tire wrapped around the drivers side wheel of the boat. I thought we were done.
Luckily I could put my hands on a crow bar and was able to straighten it out enough to get the metal off the rubber. And soon we were back on the road heading to Fredericksburg where we crashed at a Marriot Residence Inn.
After a good night's sleep and a solid breakfast that was included in the $141 rate we were on the road again. It was a long drive, especially with the weight and the boat, which added to the stress. But by 6 pm we were pulling into Ridgeland and parking in front of The Boat House. That's the name. Not The Sugar Shack, not The Shrimp Shack, but The Boat House. My Mom named it as she she asked about it saying, "And what about The Boat House?” Game, Set. Match.
I don't have time but I can tell you it's the coolest place I could have ever imagined. There's some work to be done but I know some guys, like Neil, who will lend a hand and make it a great place for all of us to enjoy. And then it was off to the Air B&B in Old Town Bluffton where we'll stay at for the weekend before the closings on Monday.
We ended the day with a beer and a bite at Nectar's which is one of our favorites that we found a few trips back. We are done. We are excited. We are in shock.
And I'd be lying to say I wasn't thinking of the impending weather that's going to hit Titusville this weekend. That old house is a hands-on ready to react house meaning shit can go sideways
when the weather approaches. Flooding, trees down, and power outages come to mind. I just hope the buyers don't have to start off with house drama their first weekend.
So we are ready to write the next chapter in this book that is our lives. It's really amazing that somehow we pulled it off, and no doubt we had some Divine intervention and people upstairs looking out, guiding, and protecting us. Stay tuned.