On Leaving America – Part 36

The house is sold, I think . . . maybe. Tomorrow the inspector comes and I am sure he will find things that will cost us another $5000 plus. It’s been enlightening to go through this. Like all of you I’ve read the many articles on people who are losing their homes. Their fates seemed as distant as riots in Somalia, now I truly feel their pain and remember a time when homes were our major investments, the retirement plans of the working class—all that is gone now. Those who have money make more of it, and those with less lose more of what they have. What’s wrong with this picture.
I feel some sadness leaving this house. I have been happy here and now, with all the updates and thousands spent on improvements. I wish we’d made them a couple years ago so that we might have had a little time to enjoy them. But we were happy the way things were.

I sometimes wonder if I have become a neater person through all of this. I’m now accustomed to keeping the house immaculate for prospective buyers, making the bed when I get up and putting things away as soon as I’m done with them—well maybe not putting away as much as putting out of sight, and more often than not forgetting where I put them. Some things will never be seen again until we are on the other side.
If the deal goes through we will have to somehow schlep a bunch of furniture from my wife’s office back to our place where there is no more room in our double garage. Our neighbors will let us keep it in their garages until the movers come. We’ve had wonderful neighbors here, it will be sad to leave them too.

Where all our stuff will go in Sweden I cannot imagine as the new house is smaller than the one we have here. Things in general are smaller in Sweden, but well made. Showers are the size of phone booths; rooms are smaller too, but solid and well insulated. Windows are triple paned and heat comes from the floor—some kind of hot water system that somehow supplies the neighborhood. The new place is high tech, fiber optics and several systems far beyond my comprehension. Below photo has to do with adjusting the heating system . . . this for a man who has trouble operating a cell phone.

Swed House floor heat

We need to be out of the house for three hours tomorrow while the inspector looks for anything he can find that will cost us more money.

Whatever . . . .


About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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4 Responses to On Leaving America – Part 36

  1. keep us posted – good luck

  2. lgyslaine says:

    I’m glad you all succeed. I wish you a smooth integration into your new home and your new home 🙂

  3. Jew Boy says:

    Relax! Inspectors are usually recommended by the real estate agents, who want to sell for the commission and move on to the next rube. They hit me up for minor stuff ( basement banister rail , couple of breaker GVI outlets in kitchen and bath, etc). All I did myself and the recheck compliance by inspector took 15 minutes. Note: Out here they do check for Radon (that everyone has) with a tester they leave overnight. No fix but they issue a level notice to buyer.

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