A week before moving day we traveled the long way out to what was to be our new home to close on our farm. We were amazed how things seemed so very different from what we were used to, and realized it would take quite a bit of getting used to. Previous visits we had always been aware that everything seemed to be set back at least fifteen years and not very prosperous but we had never been as acutely aware of it than we were now realizing that we would actually have to call that area our home before long.
When we met with the loan officer we were amused how he crunched on a big red apple between talking to us and getting all the papers signed. He seemed to be more interested in eating and talking about hunting and fishing than the business at hand.
Thinking it must be a quirk of his own we went to the title company to sign our closing papers. Once again we were amazed at how less than professional the people were. This time it was a woman. She was all enthused about pictures of her new niece and showed us a big stack of photos. We looked at them politely and tried to keep our smiles swallowed as she opted to do all her business on her knees rather than sitting on a chair and kept making her rounds around the table with the papers to sign all the while shuffling her way on her knees.
After the papers were signed we started back home and couldn't help but feel we just might be making the biggest mistake of our life.