Tuesday, August 26, 2014
at the altar
Well, it was bound to happen.
I have spent so much time whipping up dating analogies in my search for a home that I now feel a bit like Alfred P. Doolittle. My offer to buy the house I told you about on Sunday was accepted on Monday afternoon.
That means I am getting hitched. Tying the knot. Jumping the broom. Ashing up my little black book.
Early Wednesday morning, I start my flights that will eventually drop me off in London. That gives me today to get packed, drop off the initial money for the notario (an office I really must tell you more about in the future), and arrange to have the 10% down payment transferred from its current resting point with my investment company to its new home in a New York City "escrow" account.
I also need to search out one of the courier services we discussed on Saturday (bring me the pigeon). One of the investments I intend to use as part of this sale is a tax-deferred retirement account.
When I last talked with the very helpful woman at PERS, she told me it would take 90 days to see the money. I hope that was simply bureaucratic caution. Like when Scotty would tell Kirk that it would take 2 days to repair the Enterprise when he knew he could do it in 2 hours.
It is going to be a busy day. But I am getting spiffed up for this wedding. When I return from my overseas trip, I am ready to have my long-delayed wedding ceremony.
And then I can officially announce that Mexpatriate will be coming to you from a new corporate headquarters.