What does March Madness mean to me? Well, it doesn’t mean basketball, that’s for sure. I’ve been an anti-fan of basketball since junior high school gym class. Too much back and forth, back and forth. Gave me a headache then, and I’ve never developed a taste for the sport in the intervening years.
No. The cause of my maddest March ever isn’t basketball, it’s real estate. Last month, we made an offer on a new house in
so we can escape the brutality of
winters, and I’m up to my pointy little ears in the details necessary to make
that purchase happen. We bought the house before selling our home in Minnesota because we
needed to know where we would be living in order to know what to bring with us.
Also, we happened across an affordable house in the perfect location and had to
act fast. Minnesota
A couple of weeks later, we were lucky enough to sell our
house for more than we expected without ever putting it on the market. Yippee! Unfortunately,
there is a gap of about three weeks between the date we have to close on our
new house and the date we’re scheduled to close on our current house. The
banking crisis that accompanied the Great Recession apparently rang the death
knoll for the entire concept of the bridge
loan or swing loan, so I’ve been
beating my head against the wall putting things in place to make the transaction
work. I think I’ve got it licked, but the whole situation has magnified my
love/hate relationship with money. I’ll breathe a huge sigh of relief when the
entire thing is wrapped up and we’ve made the move. Minnesota
So, if you want to see a shining example of March Madness, just stop by my house. I’ll be swinging from the trees any day now!