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[Card29]

We're closing on our house in 45 minutes. I know I'm already dead, but it still feels like I'm waiting for the gallows. I thought I'd already processed the loss of the house. I mean, we lost it as soon as she signed a 13-month apt lease (at the high end of the market, too) back in July. Part of me thought it wouldn't sell, though, and I'd find a perfect roommate, or something. We had zero bites, then suddenly someone made an offer, right before the "dead period" during the holidays. We were actually talking about taking it off of the market until the spring if it didn't sell by Thanksgiving. We accepted the offer a week before Thanksgiving.

I'm also torn a bit with the living-at-mom's-house sitch. On one hand, I'm about to make the classic "failure" mistake...living in mom's basement when I turn 30. On the other, it sure will be nice to have $1700 a month in mortgage, utilities, taxes, etc back in my pocket. I thought I would be totally content to save and wait until the summer before moving out. Now I don't know if I could make it to March.