This whole deal with the house closing next week is taking its toll. It’s unbelievable what needs to be done between now and then, and then even more has to be done after that.
Just this morning, I had to drive all the way up to my accountant’s office with all my tax return stuff, then over to another place to get a copy of a 1099 that somehow got lost in the shuffle and fax it to the guy. We discussed the move, property and income tax differentials between the two states, estimated time to put this place on the market, estimated sale value (two years ago vs. now), estimated time it’ll take to sell, etc.
I’ll own both places free and clear, until this place sells, so at least there’s no bullshit to have to deal with regarding mortgages or a bank. I am so debt phobic. I won’t write a check my ass can’t cash. I won’t even use a credit card, unless I have no other option — as in ordering something online.
After that, I had to call my golf club to speak with someone about the procedure for resigning my membership and returning my golf certificate. She wasn’t there today, but is supposed to be in tomorrow, so I left her a message. As long as I can get that done by the end of March, I won’t get stuck paying dues for another year, and I’ll get a lot of cash back from the deal.
Then, I had to review the 15 page emailed inspection report from the home builder who does inspections on the side. I talked to him yesterday, after he did the inspection, but didn’t get his emailed fax of the whole thing until today.
I also managed to find the title to my 10+ year old car. It’s not an immediate issue, but if I bought and registered it here, and end up selling or trading it in another state, it saves a whole lot of headaches having to get a copy from the DMV here.
Boxing up stuff that we want to bring and unload there the day we close is proving to be a real workout. Who needs a gym membership? I need a couple of aspirin just to get out of bed, let alone move furniture around. We can rent a U-Haul truck for a weekend, to move most of it, but will still need to hire a moving company for the antiques, and heavier/larger pieces of furniture.
I still need to make a call to a realtor here, who comes highly recommended, plus get in bids from moving companies.
Then, there are still all the change of addresses we both need to send out to a bazillion places. Mail can be forwarded, but my accountant tells me that the USPS will not forward a refund check from the IRS, so timing is key.
AACK!
Wouldn’t doing direct deposit for a refund from the IRS be a little easier and headache reliever?
As stressful as all of this is, there is a light at the end of the tunnel (which, for once, is probably not an oncoming train) – just think how happy you will be once all settled into your beautiful new home!
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According to my accountant, who files electronically, the IRS sends out refund checks via snail mail, unless you opt to apply it toward next year’s taxes. Well, those would be this year’s, but anyway.
The new house is wonderful. My parents are already asking when they can see it. Not before closing, obviously, but I hope to be able to drive them out to see it sometime next week, or the week after, even if we only have it partially furnished, by then.
It’s a gardener’s dream. The house itself has a great floorplan.
Mi Amante redecorated my office for me. Actually, I guess the correct word is “rearrange,” since we swapped our studios. I have video what the “before” of the room, and a little tape of what the rom looks like now, but it isn’t finished. Video section #3 will show my office with its new, deep red paint (including ceiling and molding as well as the walls!) and my new burgundy/black wool mix shag carpeting! Can’t wait!!
I want pictures after it’s done. I prefer eggshell walls with dollops of cranberry/forest green/navy blue, for decor, but hey.
good luck, and I hope you’re happy in your new home.
I filed my tax online and opted for direct deposit. Got it quicker that way. of course it was fairly simple, and I didn’t need an accountant.
Unfortunately, I do need an accountant. He’s damned good, so I can’t complain about his fee.
Both times we closed on a house, I thought I was having a heart attack when we were in the office signing the papers. Both times. It’s too darned stressful.