So, after only a few minor detours in the paperwork trail, we found ourselves ensconced in a small conference room at Old Republic Title Company in San Rafael, waiting for Amy, our mortgage broker, to begin the (paradoxically) exciting but tedious process of signing our loan documents. Before entering the building, I met Barry outside, where he teasingly proclaimed he had "cold feet." I told him no problem, we sign with our hands.Having been through a similar process several times in the last few years for refinancing, there was nothing really unusual or unfamiliar about the thick pile of forms being set before us, page by page, the often seemingly redundant or even contradictory nature of the documents we dutifully signed and initialed. But, this time, in the back of my mind, is the image of the house in the madrones, the calm silence of the forest, the thought of cooking dinner in the tidy kitchen with the view of the trees out the big windows. It felt good.
Later this morning, I head over to the local Wells Fargo office to wire transfer a pile of money to City National Bank in La Palma, California, wherever that is. As much as we have mentally organized our finances, it's now time to really pay attention to the account balances and upcoming expenses.
Things are getting real......
UPDATE: Later that day......
The receipt from the wire transfer. Carol says all that is really left is a final walk through of the property; we can do that now, or when Linda, the seller moves out. She is going to rent back for at least a while past close of escrow, and we are definitely going to take Neil up to the property on Sunday, December 23rd. We are considering camping out there for New Years', assuming Linda has moved out by then. Would be a wonderful way to bring in the New Year.

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