Last night, we went to the bank and asked for a certified cheque for an obscene amount of money. Clutching it tightly, nervously, in my hand the whole way, we drove to our lawyer’s office and handed it over to a petite, friendly Asian man who congratulated us half a dozen times and seemed just as excited as we are.
I left exhausted. Who would have thought a few signatures can drain you so much?
Tomorrow, we pick up the keys. We’ll drive right to the house, let Mocha free in the backyard and pop a cork on a bottle of champagne. In just over 24 hours, we will officially be homeowners.