I am no longer a Kansan Homeowner. The sale of the house on Crestway Street in Wichita closed by lunchtime, finalizing the long long long long …. Long Long … LONG LONG LONG … long … … long …. long time since I started trying to sell it.
From a more holistic standpoint, this was the last step in my transition from being 100% Kansas resident, from being part Kansas & part Alaskan resident, to now a full 100% Alaskan. At least legally, 100% Alaskan (I think I still have to eat whale blubber or catch a salmon using only my claws to be a recognized completely as Alaskan, I don’t know … they are sending me that memo I guess).
There are some final utility bills coming & I have to finalize the relocation package I got when I moved up here, but all documentation, all legal obligation, everything is wrapped up.
It was a pretty sizeable pain to get that house sold. In the end, I got a third less the price that I thought it would go for, and actually sold it at a loss compared to when I bought it back in 2001. That’s not including the big money I put into fixing it up over the years, and the wheel barrels full of cash I had to throw at it the last 10 months to get a buyer & to pass inspections.
What really made this happen, though was some great help from great people. During the run up to my move, friends like Deanna Brown & Jeremy Phillips pitched in to help with my to-do list the size of Florida. After that, my realtor, Pam Peterson (Coldwell Banker – Yes I recommend her), jumped in and made the rest of it happen – way out weighing any kind of commission she got on the deal.
I don’t know how I am going to celebrate this, but you know I will. I was planning to use the proceeds to pay off my car, but with what I really am getting for it I probably can use the proceeds for a down payment on a tank of gas. Regardless, the page turned today can now mark a new chapter. The last “X goes to square” in the great transition.
Now, time to wrestle me a bear.