Our house in Illinois finished closing a little while ago. It is officially sold. 🙂 We managed to get out pretty close to break even (vs. the purchase price when DH bought it back in 2002), not counting improvements and not counting the commissions paid for the sale.
I’m happy that we don’t have to worry about it, but I’m also a little sad. I’m not going to say that moving wasn’t real before. It was real as soon as I left with Pancake in hand. Still, that’s kind of our last tie back to IL, back to what used to be home. And I loved that house. It was my first house, even if I did just kind of inherit it via marriage. (The one here in Seattle is really the first one I’ve picked out and bought, all the way through the process.) It’s kind of where DH and I fell in love. After all, I moved in with him there not all that long after we started dating. I suppose we were already in love then, but so much of our relationship started there. The first time we spent the night together was in that house. And then there were so many good times with friends there…parties and conversations, and people spending the night.
It was a good house.