The wheel was set into motion soon after I made the offer on my house the seller installed 3 new windows and new outlets. The house was built in 1950 and even though the electrical and plumbing had all been updates, the outlets hadn't and they were still the 2 prong.
Right before closing I learn that there was an issue with a reflection in the attic that was holding up the closing. It looked like there was a giant hole in the house. The appraiser (yes same one that screwed me over with house #1) was attaching the picture showing it was not a hole, to her bill instead of the report. She is a real winner. The picture was obviously never getting to the right people. I was scheduled to move and closing was now pushed back 4 days.
Thankfully the seller agreed to let me move into the house on the original day of closing. On move in day, I went to his agents office to pick up the key. I walked in and she was talking to a guy in the lobby. The guy was the most intense guy I've ever seen. He was talking about the war, politics, global news and was actually knowledgeable and not just spewing dumbassness (that's a real word right?) As someone who avoids the news because its too depressing I was in awe. As he was walking out the door, the agent called him by name. I should have spoken up right then but I didn't. When he was safely in his truck I said, so that's the guy I'm buying my house from? His agent told me he was on his way back to Iraq (he's an independent contractor) but that he wanted to meet the person he sold his house to. He wasn't going to be able to make the new closing date.
4 days later during closing, he calls. His agent tells him that I was the buyer, so in a round about way he did get to meet me. I spoke to him and thanked him for all the work he did and allowing me to move in early. I told him how much I love the house and how grateful I was that he allowed me to buy it. He also had it for rent and without knowing it, a friend of mine had a contract in to rent it right when I put the offer in to buy. My friend and I laugh about it now, no worries she found a house she adores.
I was in my house a week when I hear something outside. I go outside to find someone mowing. He stops and explains the seller paid to have my lawn mowed because he thought I would be too busy unpacking to get around to it. He is in another country and yet he worried enough to have my lawn mowed. That's when I started referring to the seller as Captain America.