It was a few weeks ago that we finally got to go sit in the attorney's office with about a half-dozen other people from both sides. There was a literal ream's worth of legal paper to thumb through and sign (and sign) (and initial).
We agreed to any amount of fair dealings and full disclosures. We confirmed that the sun still rises in the East and that water is wet. I can't be sure, but we also may have opened diplomatic relations with a small Eastern European country.
It took almost an hour and we didn't get to keep the pen. But in the end, we slid an inhumanly large check in one direction, and they slid the keys in the other direction, and now we have a house.
Wells Fargo may own it for the next 30 years, but it's all ours.