Rant #3,228: Movin' On Up (To the Big Time)

Yesterday was a day of triumph for myself and my family.

No, I continue to be banned from posting on Facebook … as of right now, I still have seven hours to go on that, and another month or so to go until I can post in my groups again.

No, it has nothing to do with that—

We found out late yesterday afternoon that our house, the place where I spent a good 50 years of my life, has finally been sold.

Papers were signed by myself and my sister, and the final contract signing is on Saturday.

The new owner expects to be in the house by mid-December, so that is that is that.

The house sold for slightly above current market value, based on numbers  described in a story in Newsday yesterday, but of course, my sister and I will not realize much of anything from this deal, as the reverse mortgage people will get most of what the house is selling for.

And after all the other costs associated with the house are paid off—the lawyer gets his cut, the broker gets his, and Uncle Sam I am sure will get his, too—my sister and I will split hairs more than we will split much money from this sale—

But at least we will get some peace of mind—which you simply cannot put a price on—and we will all be able to move on with our lives.

This was a very, very tough time for my family.

I mean, it wasn’t great when my mother was alive. Her dementia really broke the back of all of us, including my sister’s family.

And her passing on September 5 set off a process of events that were so heinous that we really never had a chance to mourn her passing the right way.

The house became a cancer that was growing by the day and by the minute and by the second and millisecond, and the sooner we got rid of it the better—

And now, apparently, the time has come.

So now, my family can fully target November 15—when we leave for our new residence—and really direct our full energies at moving, and not having everything we are doing tainted by the goings on at this house.

Oh, what a relief it is!

For me personally, I have nothing but good memories of this house, less the most recent period.

I lived here—with a few years living elsewhere—for a good 50 years, and it was generally a good 50 years.

I lived here from the age of 14 ;until the age of 66,with, as I said, a few breaks during my first marriage, so when you add it all up, I lived here a solid half century.

I have lots and lots of memories of this house, and most of the memories are not only good, they are great!

But life has its ups and downs, and yes, there are some bad memories that I have of the house and these environs, but they are far out-shadowed by the good stuff, the good memories, and the good times that this house brought me, and later, brought my family.

But those times are now fully coming to an end, and it is time to leave, and make new memories at our new dwelling.

I am not fully happy how things turned out, but others will have to atone for that negativity, something that my family and I had absolutely nothing to do with.

Let those people wallow in their own self-made debacle; my family is ready to start the next chapter of our lives.

So be it.

What comes around goes around, as they say … and others will get theirs when the time comes.

Have a great weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday.