Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more. *
Not quite, it seems
How can something that was planned to bring happiness to our lives, turned into such a trying and stressful event. I am writing of our house move. Yes, the house is unconditional and we settle on the 22nd. House sold.
The buyers we hoped for turned out to be the Buyers from Hell, and if it weren’t for our adherence to our belief that two wrongs don’t make a right, then there was more than a moment or six when we would have walked away from the sale. In the end, I can only hope that The Big Whatever has a stick list and adds them to it; or at least that Karma bites them on the bum! Any goodwill that might have gone along with the sale has totally evaporated too.They had originally asked for us to tell them how to work the water pumps on the tanks and we would have, but not now.
If the house had a consciousness, I would be apologising profusely for abandoning it to occupiers who are morally bankrupt, but once again all we can do is never give it a second thought. We have sold several houses before, some with real problems, but we have never, ever, experienced behaviour as we have this time.
I just keep telling myself that a little in over three weeks we will be resettled in our new home, and this will all be a horrible nightmare. Never again, never, ever, again.
*excerpt from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.