Two years ago we sold our home on the St. Joseph River. We loved that home, but it was time to downsize even though it was the middle of the housing depression. Our property was on the market almost a year and a half; in that time, it felt as if we lived in a fishbowl.
We did all the things Realtors® say to do: Took down the personal photos, removed the valuables, stored medications safely, and made our bed every day. We haggled for a couple months with the potential buyers, suspecting they were in the middle of a divorce but not being able to prove it. Yet their attitude suggested it. Sure enough, two years later suspicion is reality.
That said, we finally came to an accommodation, and on September 15, 2009 we signed the papers that removed us from the deed on the river property.
Fast forward. Tonight we are in The Thayer Hotel on the West Point Military Academy property, having enjoyed pizza and pasta in a local restaurant. A divorced woman owns our former house; and, had she and her ex-husband not come along, it’s possible we would still be there. We saluted her at dinner.
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