Buyer’s Remorse

I’d forgotten about buyer’s remorse. Not that I ever had reason to remember the concept because until last week, I’d never owned a house. (Until a couple of months ago, I’d never even considered owning a house!) It’s come as something of a surprise that I am now not just a homeowner, but a house owner.

So far, though, it’s been great. No remorse!

There have been a few frustrating episodes, such as trying to get set up with the internet. What a chain of errors, lies, and miscommunications! But I’m set up now, so that’s good. There’s so much work to do to get unpacked and settled that I didn’t really miss the internet, but it does help to be back online. It feels normal and familiar in a world where little is familiar. New house. New (to me) furniture. New town. New folks to meet. New chores. (I’ve never been obsessed with neatness, but I have discovered how lovely it is to wake in the morning and see my beautiful living room, so I make sure I do a quick clean before I go to bed.)

And then there was “that” day. For the most part, the weather has been ideal, but shortly after I got here, a bomb cyclone hit. We didn’t get the blizzards that Denver and other areas got. We just had a bit of rain and insanely high winds. Being in town helped moderate the winds because other houses provided a bit of a wind break, but even though we didn’t get the 80-mile-an-hour gusts that were recorded at the local airport, the wind was still severe.

Luckily, this house really is solid. No drafts, no whistling or rattling windows. The electricity, however, did go off for a couple of hours. After about an hour, the smoke alarms started screeching. To be honest, I don’t see any reason for smoke alarms to be wired into the electric system — individual alarms seem to work just as well — but that’s what I have here: inter-wired alarms. When one goes off, they all go off.

Which is overkill. A beep from cell phone can wake me. Why would I even need four alarms screeching at me all at once? I dismantled all the alarms, but they still continued to screech. It wasn’t until I took out the batteries that silence finally prevailed. When the electricity came back on, I reattached the alarms. Or tried to. Two did fine, but one chirped and one screeched. Thinking it might be a circuit problem, I ran outside in my stocking feet for just a second to check the breaker box, but couldn’t figure out how to open it. I ran back to the door, but the screen door had latched. (I think the wind banged the door shut with such force that the latch latched.)

So there I was, in the rain and mud, with winds that about blew me over, in my stocking feet, and no way to get inside. I had the keys, but the screen door didn’t have a keyhole. I ran down the street to where a handyman lived, but no one was home. Then I ran to my next-door neighbor, and asked if he knew how to jimmy a lock. He did. Took about a second. (But he couldn’t figure out how to open the circuit box, either.)

Such an adventure!

I’ve been trying to connect with people. I went to a spaghetti lunch put on by the historical museum and introduced myself to a few people, spent a day with the previous house owner, (she wants me to join their bowling league, but as much as I enjoyed being with her and her friends, I’m not a bowler, and don’t really see myself ever becoming one), and had tea with my next-door neighbor. When she saw me in my hat, she donned one, too. That was fun. I’d never lived next door to someone close to my own age and, as it turned out, I’m the answer to her prayers. (She prayed that someone nice and friendly would move into this house.)

And tomorrow, I’m going to a meeting of the art guild.

Not bad for being in town just a bit over a week!

I’m looking forward to new adventures, new people, new plants. I found some green poking up through the awakening soil, a couple of lilac bushes hiding behind the garage, and a few periwinkle plants.

So no remorse! Of course, I don’t know what the coming days, weeks, months will bring, but although I miss the friends I left behind, I’m interested to see what will happen next.

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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.

10 Responses to “Buyer’s Remorse”

  1. snakesinthegrass2014 Says:

    You’ve already done more to meet people than we have in our new town, and we’ve lived here for two years now! Well done. But do remember to put on shoes when you venture outdoors. 🙂 – Marty

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      Yep! Shoes! I was going to run out to take the photo of the crocus shoots without shoes, but remembering that first fiasco, I took the time to put on socks and shoes.

  2. rami ungar the writer Says:

    Sounds like you’re adjusting well. I hope it continues to go well for you.

  3. Constance Says:

    Sounds like you are having a very interesting life.
    When the Fire Alarms chirp, they usually need new batteries. Has been said to change all the batteries on January 1st.
    You may find some tulips popping up. My son found that his sidewalk to the Front Door was lined on both sides with them. This was in Sterling, CO. He was surprised.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      The batteries were new. I think one of the alarms malfunctioned. As for tulips, the ex-owners were by today, and they pointed out some tulips coming up in the front yard! Unfortunately, most of the tulips had been planted over the old lead water pipe, and when they replaced that before I moved it, it uprooted the tulips.

  4. Kathy Says:

    Loving your new homeowner adventures. Reading about the screen door, I had to chuckle while thinking, “Oh no” remembering when one of our cats managed to lock the sliding glass door, locking us out and dh, shirtless, went next door to use the neighbor’s phone to call a locksmith. All in all, great start to your new life.

  5. SheilaDeeth Says:

    I’m suddenly realizing how long it is since we last moved. I’m glad to be staying where I am, but your post reminds of the joys of finding how things that go wrong turn into friends that do right by you. It sounds like you are in a good and right place, and I’m so glad for you!

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      It does feel as if I am in a good and right place. It reminds me of when I was a kid, and everything was in walking distance, especially the library. In addition, I get to see things sprout and will have the surprise of finding out what they are once they bloom. There also seems to be a perfect garden spot that gets the morning sun but is protected from the harsh afternoon sun. (People laugh at me when I tell them I’m used to the heat of the desert. Apparently, there is a special sort of heat out here on the plains that keeps on rising until dark. Another thing to find out.) If you’re ever in the area, you can find out too! Just look me up.


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