The pride and joy of my previous year was no doubt, Carolina Village. A residential lot turned adorable, award winning community, made me smile most every day. As we are putting the finishing touches on the last two homes, my trips through the neighborhood aren't quite as frequent as required last year. Instead of once every hour, it is now about twice a week.
Yesterday I was driving through checking on construction progress, chatting with happy neighbors, and planning on taking photographs to update our buyer.
Funny thing about plans, they usually don't quite go as intended. As I am driving by 8 Carolina Village (currently under contract and set to close in just 1 week), something caught my eye. A very small, yet astonishingly quick figure was running about in the back yard.
There is no way that is my precious, 83 year old, Ms. Teresa.
I was wrong. Ms. Teresa came to one of our open houses about a year ago. She stands all of 4'4", but has a 10'10" personality. She told us then that she would soon be calling us to build a brand new house for her. We never should have doubted. She visited Carolina Village at least once a week for an entire year.
She is set to close next week.
I stepped out of my car and in my best attempt at not sounding a bit confused; I asked, "What on earth are you doing, Ms. Teresa?? It is 80 degrees outside!"
She was fully equipped with potting shovel, watering can, gloves, and a mason jar full of iced sweet tea. She seemed surprised at my question. She explained, quite emphatically, that she was pulling weeds and watering plants at her new home.
But you haven’t closed yet! We haven’t even finished the landscaping!~
All I could do was smile. She was sincerely concerned that the landscaping imperfections would reflect poorly on her to her new neighbors. I went on to explain to her, that her landscaping would be impeccable on closing day and that we usually wait until all construction debris is removed before perfecting the yard.
That didn't even make a dent in her determination. Matter of fact, she laid a towel down beside her and told me to help her finish the last bit..
In 4 inch heels, I plopped (and it was definitely a plop) down beside her and proceeded to pull weeds.
What's a girl to do? Real estate protocol is no match for her pride in what soon will be her brand new home.
How I wish I would have taken a picture, it would have been one for the books! Sometimes we forget that just because the checks haven't been cut, buyers take ownership way before closing, whether we like it or not.