It’s sunny, and mild and it would be a gorgeous day if it weren’t for the pollution action day and low air quality. It’s a bummer. You can’t see the haze as much as you could yesterday, but it’s definitely there.
Ugh.
Before we shimmy into Friday, thank you so much, ModernMulan (WINK) for the coffees and your well-wishes!! You are such a kind, supportive person to everyone, and you show it in so many different ways, quietly and without fanfare. Please know it doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you.
And now, Friday.
It’s weird to have this enormous, enormous weight that has been there, on my back, around every corner, swinging perilously above my head like a sword of real estate volatility, just…gone.
When I wrote a couple weeks back about no perfect choices, only choices, I was referring to the deal the buyer and I had made. And as you know, I wasn’t sure about it, there were a lot of bumps along the way.
Then it culminated in the management company for my old building not providing a document we needed and paid to expedite in a timely way, which led to me leaving a message that started as follows “I am supposed to close in ten minutes.”
Afterward, the lawyer said to me dryly, “so this is real estate law.” Definitely not the smooth ocean of paperwork I’d envisioned.
It was a struggle.
It was not smooth.
But I think, now, it was absolutely the right choice.
If you are facing such an issue, especially one of a real estate nature, I will tell you this: I didn’t love it at the time but I’m so glad I went with the deal now. There’s an immense relief in having it resolved and not having to handle all the details like getting in a painter who wasn’t wildly expensive but met the building requirements and trying to calculate how long it might sit and wondering about whether a place with an oven older than me (I loved that oven) would sell.
Yes, there is a finality to having sold the condo, I cannot change my mind. But the best part of all of it, right here and now is I don’t want to.
I’ve said before I wished life could be like a choose-your-own-adventure, and you could peek at all the possible endings.
It isn’t though.
We do the best we can with what we have, and sometimes it works out well and sometimes it doesn’t. But standing here (OK sitting here, I’m writing at my desk that looks out at new city view) past all the obstacles to get here, it may not have been the perfect choice, but it was a good one.
You may not have a perfect choice ahead of you, but in the end, you may find, it was a good one.
Have an easy Friday and a wonderful weekend.
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