But the bottom line is, that chapter of my life is finally over, and I can move on (and buy furniture). And, you know, every bad experience is a learning experience. The worse the experience is, the more you learn.
By that standard, I am now a super genius.
|Just like Wile E. Coyote.|
We even have the same motto.
1. I need to get a new ringtone. For three solid months, I got phone call after phone call bringing bad news, stress, and fear. I came to dread the appearance of any number in my caller ID that wasn't Precocious Daughter's. And now that the stress and fear are finally over, my Pavlovian response to my phone's ringtone is heart palpitations and flop sweat. Not only that, but I've started to think I hear my ringtone everywhere - in the backgrounds of songs on the radio, in random noises my car makes - and it makes me jump every time. Sorry, ringtone, I'm breaking up with you.
2. I had too much stuff. I still have too much stuff. But holy mother of Kermit, I had a lot of stuff. I'm not a materialistic person, but I am sentimental, so once an object is in my possession, I have a hard time letting go. Over the years, that adds up to keeping a shit-ton of things for no particularly good reason. Fortunately (I've decided to go with fortunately on this one), there's nothing like an impending divorce to drastically discount the sentimental value of a lot of items. "But we got this on our anniversary one year" becomes a reason to trash it rather than stash it. It was still hard to part with certain things. But hey, you can't start a new journey without unpacking your baggage from the last one. Right?
3. Home inspectors are lying sacks of shit. The very first contract on the house fell through because the home inspector the buyers hired flat-out told them lies. Like that the location of the water heater was going to cause the house to explode. Yes, really. He also reported that the HVAC system didn't work, even though the air conditioner was running during the inspection. My guess is that his brother-in-law had a plumbing/HVAC company to which he happily would have referred them to make the repairs, had he not scared them off entirely. Another contract fell through because the inspector said we had termites. I don't know what he thought termites look like, but we had Terminix come out and do an inspection, and even to drum up business for themselves they couldn't find any signs of termites or termite damage. Again, I'm sure he ran a pest-control company on the side. Dumbasses.
|Mr. Inspector, I'm sure you saw several of these |
in my house, but they are not termites.
5. I'm never buying another house. I don't want to maintain a house, or the land it sits on, or the fence that surrounds it. It's difficult, it's time-consuming, it's expensive, and I don't enjoy it. I know there are all kinds of advantages to home ownership, and lots of ways it's superior to living in an apartment. I was a homeowner for almost 20 years. It's great to have space and privacy, to have your trash picked up, to be able to paint a wall without asking permission or make a ruckus without disturbing the neighbors. But to me it's no longer worth it. Until you guys make me rich enough to afford a full staff, I'm done with taking care of a place.
6. I survived this. I can probably survive anything. Unless a meteorite lands on me. But you know, other than that, I can probably survive anything. Hey, karma...you could have just sent that lesson in a fortune cookie. But thanks.