Destination Dellview6: Ultrasonic

Flashback to Fall 1997.  I was with child.  The ultrasound appointment was scheduled and none of the people closest to me were able to attend.  The reasons were all valid, but it was an appointment I did not want to have on my own. 
I climbed on the table, the cold gel was applied to my tummy, and I was in awe of what I saw on the screen.  I had attended the ultrasounds of friends and loved ones before, but this was mine. An inner praise took place as the tech pointed out the healthy organs of my daughter.  
No cell phones, no FB, no SnapChat or FaceTime.  No hand to hold, no one present to share the experience with.  Just me and my Heavenly Father sharing a pivotal moment in time.  I went home and cried tears of fear, excitement and joy. 

June 21, 2017

I couldn't sleep.  I woke up before the sun and sat in front of the mirror at my tired, old, sleep deprived face.  And wondered, what in the world am I doing.  Buying a house...that's something responsible adults do.  But the date was upon me and there was no turning back now.  To be honest, I had no clue what all the closing on a home entailed.  Every Google search said something different and this far into the game it would be foolish to change my mind. 

I spent a considerable amount of time on my make up, wore something that might look decent in a photo but would survive the work day, and even brought some heels to change into.  

The closing was scheduled for 3pm.  I left work about 230pm, stopped at Starbucks, applied a fresh coat of lipstick and changed my shoes.  The only person in town dearest to me was not at all interested in attending.  Her reason, "Mom, this is your house, not mine".  I didn't know if I should have been insulted by the statement, but I was sad.  It was an appointment I did not want to have on my own.

I arrived just before 3.  The waiting area was comfortable.  I watched the TV but wasn't really paying attention, I felt like I was going to vomit.  Before long Toni came from the back.  As we exchanged pleasantries I realized she looked nothing like the photo that accompanied her email signature.  She sat the head of the table, I sat to her left.  The sellers lived in California and had already signed the day before.
   

She poured out numerous ink pens, most of which we didn't need.  She wasted no time jumping into it.  About 10 pages in my realtor arrived and I was relieved to see a familiar face across from me.  Signature, after signature, after signature.  It seemed it was never going to end.  An inner praise took place as we signed the last page.

As she went to make copies of all the documents, Mr. Paris asked what I was going to do next.  With my life or that day in particular, I asked.  He was just wondering about the day.  Told him I was going to go home, tell my daughter about the appointment, make a couple phone calls and then cry.  He laughed, said he'd never known anyone to have a scheduled meltdown.  

My question for him was when would I get the key.  And the answer was an unexpected one:

Funding still had to be approved, hence the reason Toni was gone for so long--she was  scanning it all to the bank.  At that time of the day there was a chance I wouldn't have a true green light until the following day. 

My heart sank and I was on the verge of crying. That morning I was convinced that the emotional roller coaster was over.  My mind was in overdrive, wondering if I had made a financial mistake over the last 6 weeks that would put an end to this dream.  

Mr. Paris insisted everything would be just fine.  If the green light was that day he'd call me with the key code.   If not, he'd bring the key to work the next day. Toni came back with the mega folder of Eland Drive related paperwork, we bid adieu and Mr. Paris and I went our separate ways. 

I took the long way home.  No hand to hold, no one present to share the experience with.  Just me and my Heavenly Father sharing a pivotal moment in time. 

Naysia was on the couch waiting for me.  I told her every little detail.  Just after 5pm I sent an email to Mr. Paris, assuming that at that time of day an answer about funding wouldn't take place until the next day.  After a short string of texts he fired back with this.... 

 

I went to my room made a few phone calls, prayed, cried tears of fear, excitement and joy. 

Soon after Tenaysia and I went to our new home.  

We had a Burger King picnic on the beautiful wooden floors, met our neighbor GG, Yolanda stopped by and the night was restless as I thought about how I would never forget the day.  

My social media post read as follows, "Dear friends. Brace yourselves for pictures of new tile, painting projects, lawn mowing shenanigans and before/afters. Because, bless the Lord, I just bought a house."

What a way to kick off the summer.