The Deed Is Done.

And I was copied on the instructions to the escrow agent to record the deed and launch the wire transfer tomorrow, which is the official closing date. 

I am no longer The Reluctant Landlady, we have all moved on. My daughter is in a wonderful relationship and in a much nicer house, everybody's happy and thriving, and I am no longer burdened with an "investment property" that never made me any income but was The Money Pit. 

There's a loud thunderstorm launching overhead right now, and I don't have to think about a tree falling on that fucking house. It's NOT MY HOUSE. It will take a month or two to adjust. 

I'd been responsible for it since the early 90s, but I haven't lived there for over 14 years. I walked through it last week without the teeniest bit of nostalgia for anything. Well, except for the remodel job I'd done on the kitchen 20 years ago, because it has two lovely deep pot drawers, and I do miss them. Oh, and the giant master bedroom closet. Oh, and I did pay to remodel the hall bath, after a plumbing incident that required some major fixing, and it's really quite nice. The rest of the floorplan was never that great, and I vastly prefer my condo's layout. It's nearly as large and much nicer, even if I do have to stagger out at 6 am to walk the dogs in my pajamas because no yard.

No yard is not an issue for me. I was walking my two small dogs this morning when our large resident owl flew by at about 8 ft. off the ground. We were unbothered, but would I ever trust my dogs out in the fenced yard unsupervised in this neighborhood? We have critters. I love that owl, it'll hoot from a tree right behind this building in the early morning hours, that's how I know it's a Barred Owl vs. a Great Horned Owl.  We have both in the neighborhood. Yes, I know an owl couldn't get either dog off the ground and carry them off, but in Gidget's case they could kill her trying, she's under 10 lbs and could pass for a small rabbit in the dark. All of these calculations went into "Do I sell this condo and move back into the house, or stay in the condo and sell the house?" It really was a no-brainer in the end.

I do think I'm going to spend the rest of the week in a sort of disbelieving decompression. We have finally, finally moved on, and it's all good.