I just sold my house for the asking price to a couple with two little kids who claim they’re going to live in, not tear it down to build a bigger house. These days, buyers send a personal letter with a photo, as if the seller is putting the house up for adoption. I have to say: Cute children will be living in my house. Furthermore, they bought it as is, knowing they’ll have to deal with the termites and dry rot on their own dime. I can stay till late September, so my stuff can be moved directly to the new house instead of going into storage. Now all I have to do is figure out where the stager hid the wastebaskets, the salt and pepper, the Kleenex and the soap. Well, I have to decide what furniture of mine should be moved to the new house. John and I have some oak-teak issues to resolve.

Update: I forgot to mention the buyers’ daughter is a charter school student; their son is a preschooler.

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  1. That’s great news! Everyone wins except the termites.

  2. Walter E. Wallis says:

    John? So you are being borne away to Prince Charming’s castle, not seduced away by the riches of conversion.
    You did give Allison your new address, didn’t you? They always find you anyway.

  3. Mr. Davis says:

    Congratulation. Publish the book an then moving on to OPA, eh?

  4. Prince Charming has sold his castle. We’re moving to our castle.

  5. I guess we should expect light blogging during the honeymoon. No problem, just blog something with the word “gifted” before leaving. That should hold us for two or three weeks.

    Congratulation– all the best.

  6. Walter E. Wallis says:

    “…sold his castle.”
    Glad it was “his”.