It took until after 3 PM, and I got separated from my agent when following her back to her office. I was lost - not very lost, but still lost. I did what my mother always told me to do. I stopped at a gas station and asked directions. I couldn't get my cell phone to pull up google maps and find me. The convenience store manager whipped out his cell phone and looked up where I wanted to be. Gave me easy to follow directions. Male stereotypes be damned!
Brooke pulled out a stack of forms one inch ±.05" thick. The majority required me to sign my full name. It felt like my mother was chastising me, over and over. No worries - I have a carpal tunnel wrist wrap for either wrist.
So now I own... mortgage payments for thirty years. And a set of seven keys. There are four entrance/exits from the house.
THREE ENTRANCES: FRONT, KITCHEN SIDE, & BASEMENT UNDER KITCHEN SIDE
SUNROOM SIDE ENTRANCE