We've done it! The movers packed everything (including half a roll of kitchen towel and a filthy dishtowel) on Tuesday and we completed the sale of the apartment yesterday, proving that there really is one born every minute. We never got to meet our buyer. After Ajaxing my fingers to the bone to clean every cupboard and surface ready for the inspection, the buyer didn't turn up -- she was off in the mountains, ski-ing (I presume), and had delegated a cousin to sign all the paperwork at the notary's office. We didn't get off lightly though. Halfway through signing all the contracts, the notary told us that our buyer's money hadn't yet turned up in their accounts and that we might need to sign over power of attorney to complete the deal the following day -- but hey, we could always sue her if she defaulted. Double-yoo tee eff!? Much to our relief (and that of the two agents in the room), a file clerk poked her head around the door to say that the money had showed up, all was well, and we could head off to Wagamama's for a celebratory lunch.
We are now debt-free and (temporarily) homeless. The latter situation is being assuaged by our staying in the most FABULOUS apartment on the Herengracht, courtesy of an absent friend. This place is gorgeous, crammed full of those designer pieces that you see in Wallpaper*. I hardly dare touch anything -- I like being debt-free -- and have done little more in the kitchen than reheat pizza and make a salad, but it just like staying in the bestest boutique B&B. It's almost tempting to stay and asset squatting rights ...
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congratulations to you and pj. And when you get to your new place, "Walk in on the right foot," as my gram would say. I can't wait to hear all about it!
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