Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Goodbye to our house
We say goodbye to 607 Leksich Ave. The baby thinks parting is such sweet sorrow. 
He may also be taking a dump in this shot.

Did I ever mention how it came to be that we sold our house?

Remember in April, how we took it off the market after an offer was rescinded because of some confusion over the status of the house - whether it was technically a condo or a single family home? And remember how we were secretly relieved and planned on putting it back on the market in the fall. Plans are funny like that.

It turns out that right before the baby was born we got an offer on the house from a former colleague of mine and his wife. They came over when I was 39 weeks pregnant and said they loved it. They brought their agent the next day. They sent us an offer two days later with the exact price we wanted, a long escrow and two months or rent-back. We signed that offer the same day we signed our baby's birth certificate. Big day. In my birth story I made mention of downloading some forms between contractions. Those were for the house and needed to be signed by Wednesday and it was Monday and I was about to leave for the hospital and somehow I had the wherewithal, barely, to bring them with us, so that in a moment of post partum agony bliss, we could sign. So instead of signing as originally planned on the eve of Passover, the liberation from slavery, we signed on the eve of Shavuot, the day we received the ten commandments. I love when my life lines up with the Torah.

And while we were thrilled to have this lovely couple (half Israeli, half American - sound familiar?) buy our home, the next forty-five days were filled with untold stress as we tried to manage a mountain of paperwork and tend to a newborn. Oh and the other two kids. And there were major stumbling blocks. Like the one where it turns out because of a recording snafu in the seventies we actually owned our property but our neighbor's garage and vice versa. Nice. All that stuff had to be untangled and we didn't have an agent. We drove our agent to leave real estate altogether after the previous deal fell through so we were left high and dry. We ended up hiring a friend of ours who is real estate attorney saving us much money but causing us to run around scheduling inspections and unearthing old contracts. Many sleepless nights. But we were up anyway with our infant so who cared.

So all's well that ends well. And this epic tale ended beautifully on Saturday evening. After we closed on the house we were able to rent it back from the new owners for two months which meant that we could actually spend some time relaxing in what still felt like our home for the entire summer. Last week we moved into a three month sublet not too far away (the home of a professor who is teaching abroad this quarter) and Mr. Rosen moved all of our stuff over the course of the week. On Friday we lit Shabbat candles one last time in our empty little house and sang songs and shared some of our best memories from that special place. And on Saturday night we had a dance party in our empty house complete with glow bands and much alcohol while a sitter watched all three kids in our new place. Genius.

And now we have three months to figure out how we are moving ourselves and our stuff to Israel. The saga continues. Turns out moving to Israel is not as straight forward as it was when my two suitcases and I did it fifteen years ago.


painted fish studio said...

yay! congratulations! i knew things would work out. but i am sad at the thought of you leaving the country. :(

Handmade in Israel said...

Mazal Tov! Happy for you that it's done and dusted :) We're waiting to selcome you here!!!

Handmade in Israel said...

... that's 'welcome' obviously :)

AG Ambroult said...

that picture is awesome. And the ways things just seem to work out for you --always--is awesome. Of course, it's not lost on me that you are making those things happen yourself. I am really looking forward to reading about your move. Onward!

Desert Savta said...

Love the picture and can't wait to see all of you in person in my kitchen. Happy New Year in your temporary new home. Hugs to all.

pixie said...

I came right over to get some answers and here they are. Well, alrighty then! I still have a chance to see you, which suits me just fine. If it takes you another little while to get your papers sorted out, even better. I love you girl. I hope the baby's dumps are treating you kindly (read: non-explosively). xoxo

Anonymous said...

Have a great trip back to the homeland and like all good things they require some effort and chaos to cloud the sunny skies that will be coming.

Naomi said...

I am so glad to finally get the whole scoop on the sale! Wonderful story and such a happy ending.

Nothing in Israel is straight forward, but that is the adventure! There will be many stories to tell I am sure. Can't wait to read about it.

All the best of luck to you all as you prepare for the next chapter. I will be thinking of you every step of the way.

aimee said...

Going through all of this right now (with one less kid, admittedly, and only going cross-country instead of out of it) I feel such a sigh of relief for you. It is such a pain in the ass.