It's been a long time.
In January of 2008 I bought my first house in St Charles, MO. A couple of days ago I signed the last document to sell it. I didn't want to sell it. Had I known it would only net us less than $1600 each (me and Julia each) I would have asked to give Julia $1600 for her interest in the property and gone out to work on the house myself so I could lease it out again and continue to make passive income from it. I seriously still don't understand why Julia was so very eager to divest from it. We could have continued to rent it to the existing tenant or we could have found another who was actually willing to take care of the yard. I understand and respect that she gets to have whatever opinion she likes, but it doesn't make sense to me. This feels like a wasted opportunity. Like throwing away money. I'm not blaming her. We really couldn't have known that our return would be so shitty. We were told this was the time to sell.
On a personal level, I'm very sentimental, so not being able to take another walk through and have the opportunity to experience it and maybe pick up whatever token items that may have been left is distressing.
That reminds me, Tommy still owes me money for my chairs that he promised to pay for when we left and he drove off with my property that I didn't want to part with. I could use some money to go toward a better couch. Fucker.
I think I'd like my ladder and some shelving and some rock. Hell, I'd dig up some grape vines for that matter. And the bamboo that I never got to see mature.
So yeah, turning over keys is hard for me. There it went again.